"Welcome to my journal"

It’s another week gone by and we’ve
gotten a bit more snow. The snow is
as white as can be. On a sunny day
if you look outside without sunglasses
you’ll go snow blind LOL. On a clear
night it is still a little bright outside 🙂
The moonlight and stars reflect off of
the snow making it seem almost like
daytime on a cloudy day hehehehehe.
So, what’s been happening around
the Pearce’s Place? Well, the other
day I had to do some snow blowing
with our snow blower and when I was
done I needed to go inside being that
my hands were cold and hurting, but
Judy had accidentally locked the door
after she went back inside from taking
pictures of me and I had to ring the
doorbell. She came and unlocked the
door, but as I hurried in the house
without kicking the snow and ice off
of my shoes, my feet slipped out from
under me and I landed on my back.
So right now I am aching quite a bit.
I’ll survive. I told her to put the lil
carpet down in front of the door
that we had moved because it kept
sliding around and I nailed it to the
floor with a couple of roofing nails.
It won’t slide now and neither will
I LOL. I’ve now got my cleats out
and ready to deal with the season 🙂
My back is still aching quite a bit,
but hopefully it subsides a little bit
more before Thanksgiving. So, next
topic. The weather has been fairly
nice. Today was bright and sunny
and no I didn’t look outside and go
snow blind LOL. I looked through
our computer room window at the
sky and yes it was clear hehehehe.
I did walk out the front door and
take a few pictures of the icicles
that are hanging from our porch 🙂
They are long. About 3 foot icicles.
I guess they’ll keep getting longer
until a vibration or one of us goes
and knocks them down LOL. It’s
18 F degrees right now at 5 PM 🙂
but it’s not as cold as it’s gonna get.
It’s supposed to be 9 F degrees by
morning. Next topic. Our mailbox
got knocked down again, but our
landlord put it back up. Now it
seems that we have a mail thief, as
the packages that I was supposed to
have gotten Saturday got removed
from my mailbox and on the internet
they were said to have been delivered
that morning in the mailbox. Plus
the mailbox door was opened and
not a flake of snow was in it, which
tells me that someone was in it being
if it had been opened before, there
would of been snow in it. I have no
clue what anyone is going to do with
my business cards or the treats that
I ordered for our boys LOL. This
means I’ll have to start checking
our mail earlier to give no time for
that thieving piece of garbage to
get it. I don’t understand people
like that. On top of stealing stuff
that has no material worth to them.
Heck, I would of given them a treat
and a couple of business cards if they
would of asked LOL. Unfortunately
the nearer it gets to Christmastime,
the more problems with mail theft
we will have. I cannot see how ones
can live with themselves stealing
from others. I have faith that God
will take care of it as karma bites
them in the butt. Through it all
though, we’ve survived thanks to
God and His many angels that are
watching over us. I’m sure that we
will have many struggles, but we
will not go through them alone, for
God is always watching out for us.
Thank You God for all that You’ve
done and all that You’ll do. Now,
I believe it’s time for me to read
back through all of my rambling
and find me a good word or phrase
that I can use for the title for today’s
brand new poem. So it’s away I go
to that place of my recollection that
I like to call RECOLLECT VILLE.
I think I may have found a fairly
decent title just a few lines from the
beginning and now after checking
I see that it has not been used yet,
so used it shall be. Here goes…

Moonlight and Stars

Some of our friends
are the same as the sky
moonlight and stars
in a nighttime reply.
Yet many others are
seen all the time
daylight through dark
their hearts intertwine.
Time is a counter
that displays the views
the ones that we see
that our lives interfuse.
Some though are artwork
as a painted up lie
just acting as friends
to soon say goodbye.
Yet there are many
as true friends of ours
more than a moment of
moonlight and stars.

There ya go. I know the poem might
not be one of my best, but it’s what
I wrote LOL. I hope you liked it a lil
and maybe even understood it. I also
hope you enjoyed my rambling. Yes
I do ramble, don’t I! Now to think
and see if I have forgotten to tell you
anything. Nope it don’t look like it.
So I guess it’s time for me to tell you
what I tell you every week and that is,
I wrote some more poems and haiku.
Yeppers, 10 more poems and there
are 5 Christmas poems in the mix 🙂
I also wrote 22 more haiku for all of
the haiku lovers out there. I hope you
can find 1 or 2 of either or both that
you like. Now I believe it’s time for
me to begin my search for that hardly
elusive off switch, but not before I
wish you a peaceful weekend or what
that is left of it and a blessings filled
week and also a Happy Thanksgiving.
Ok, so where is that ornery off switch
hiding this time? Hmm, that’s funny
I don’t remember my camera having
an extra on & off switch LOL. You are
silly ya know. What made you think
I wouldn’t see ya? Try harder next
week. Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzz.

Searching for tomorrow
as the minutes fade away
the evening is a window
to yet another day.
The evening’s arrival
displays texture and style
scented as a doorway
that minds of time compile.
Blissful may be scenery
as it blossoms from above
a sky filled with stories
and clouds full of love.
Many streaks of sunlight
in a timeless fashion
are the evening’s arrival
as it displays its passion.
Seeming as a painting
that a camera perceived
brought to life surely
as time frames conceived.
Listed as a turnstile
that’s written in the wind
another time of day
for then to transcend.
Seconds are as gestures
that the minutes coincide
counted as the evening
displays with certain pride.
Each day meets a moment
that displays its survival
found as just a flavor
of the evening’s arrival.

One winter’s day
a time was seen
a snowy morn
became a dream.
It brought alive
a moment’s glance
that seemed to say
come and dance.
Trees glistened
snow of white
a snowy morn
within my sight.
It seemed to say
the season’s near
Christmas bells
I soon will hear.
Echoing softly
as times awaken
a snowy morn
my eyes partaken.
A blissful scene
within my view
displays snow
with life anew.
Sunshine seemed
to be a haze
through the clouds
on snowy days.
It’s so beautiful
this moment born
a Christmas theme
a snowy morn.

Wheels of perception
down a wintery road
display many scenes
that moments unload.
Bringing forth life
as a gestured sight
a time that’s moving
daylight to night.
Scenes become travels
of a wintertime hue
as ones drive along
in mind thereunto.
Time is a snowflake
that drifts in the air
found on a journey
with blessings to share.
Glancing at a photo
you might see yourself
as a time and a place
now dust on the shelf.
Yet as years travel
the minutes procure
a Christmas memory
with heartbeats allure.
Bringing about memoirs
journeys through time
textured with blessings
that time left behind.
This is a but a moment
of a seasonal dance
as memories come alive
in time at a glance.

Winter white scenes
engulf my eyes
while I am looking
at Christmas skies.
Time is awakened
with my every view
lost in a turnstile
of a magical hue.
Snow is so fluffy
and so winter white
as Christmas gathers
what I so delight.
Season of splendor
season of bliss
Christmas is a time
that I cannot resist.
I’m always lost
in the scenic details
found on journeys
that a story entails.
A Christmas sight
of a home on the way
sitting on a hill
one wintertime day.
It seems to enlighten
my childhood thoughts
seasons of grandeur
that I thought I lost.
I found my mindset
that faded from view
when lost in Christmas
shows life brand new.

Seen as a heartbeat
times may just be
sights that reflect
what we wish to see.
Maybe as a gateway
to our own desires
a sky of reflections
a moment acquires.
Just a reflection
of a lake of times
creating perceptions
inside of our minds.
We might not see
what is really there
as we look onwards
and try to compare.
Reflections of life
in a mindful array
can become scenes
that we see in a way.
Glistening sequences
reflections of styles
embark on journeys
a reflection compiles.
We often remember
a time of a day
that’s now reflected
in a magical way.
So often we only
recall such a time
just a reflection
inside of our mind.

Numbers united
lifetimes conceal
are us as the leaves
of fiction or real.
Counted desires
of wanted arrays
often bring in view
some regretful days.
Leaves all mixed up
in a certain style
found as a matrix
of time to beguile.
Time comes alive
as the leaves so true
are soon to display
what is really you.
When counting leaves
of a personal life
it brings perspective
of happy and strife.
Truth is a venture
a second will find
within the leaves
of time after time.
An emerging life
that is really true
ones will try to hide
from me and you,
but one cannot hide
what the future sees
for it’s the same as
counting leaves.

As life is exposed
in a winter scene
white snow covers
what once was green.
The sun dips down
in the western sky
as a dimming light
to say goodbye.
Its only words
are that of time
a Christmas eve
that’s so divine.
Within a style
it displays views
a time of life
a choice to choose.
It is a moment
a time of day
within evening
that fades away.
It gives its last
of a time to see
a portion of love
for you and me.
The evening shows
a Christmas phase
a season’s glimmer
of magical ways.
So as the sunlight’s
slowing leaving
find the blessings
within evening.

Thoughts so timeless
as traveled rails
join us on journeys
of scenic details.
Found as a roadway
a train track of time
life is but a pathway
we should seek to find.
Such as a lifetime
that is now a memory
as the traveled rails
of our own history.
We leave impressions
as we journey through
maybe even lessons
for others to view.
The times we think
that no one’s watching
someone might hear
you randomly talking.
Remember the times
you heard so clear
ones speaking words
that weren’t so sincere.
For you might then be
the same as you heard
if you’re not careful
with your every word.
Listen to yourself
in your daily details
and let good be found
in your traveled rails.

Stirring as stories
words continue on
scenes we remember
of right and of wrong.
Scenes within a mirror
as we look deep inside
seeing all we’ve done
a roller coaster ride.
Fragments of time
are jumbled all about
our misled emotions
in ways and out.
Then as the windows
of time show a view
life can become the
things we wished to do.
Within our minutes
we may see ourselves
pictured as turnstiles
dust on the shelves.
The future holds life
of a different array
that you might see
as the same as today.
Our misled emotions
may become a scene
as the fabric of time
and hearts on a string.
Dreams we encounter
as we drive thereunto
bring misled emotions
often clearly in view.

Among the snowflakes
life is displayed
as a wintertime feel
a moment has made.
With winter’s beauty
in wondrous design
becomes such a scene
that minutes define.
Seeming like cotton,
yet cold as can be
winter comes alive
as a frigid pageantry.
It displays emotions
of a Christmas appeal
within winter’s beauty
as a seasonal feel.
Homes on our journeys
become such a sight
as the winter’s beauty
displays that of white.
Snow on the roadways
as passages to time
becomes as a memoir
of a fabulous find.
A Christmas scene
as a magical place
when snowflakes fall
and land on your face.
It is winter’s beauty
as it puts on a show
a Christmassy gleam
in wintertime’s snow.

It’s been another uneventful passed
week here at the Pearce’s Place, but
it did snow a bit more. Of course the
heavy snow shouldn’t be falling until
later and nobody is ever on the mark
of guessing the exact time frame LOL.
It’ll happen when it happens. Benny
always wants to stay outside and play
in the snow, but Rocky is always the
first to say, it’s time to go in hehehe.
We love our boys, but they do tend
to get on our nerves time to time 🙂
Judy’s birthday was Nov 6 and she
said she wanted to go to Tangs China
for her birthday, so that’s where we
went last Tuesday. It was raining
all day, but I think she still enjoyed
her birthday. I wrote her a birthday
poem as I do almost every year and
made it into a poetry picture. I may
put in the stationery if I remember 🙂
It’s been getting colder as the days
move closer to wintertime. I know,
it’s supposed to still be autumn, but
up this ways it doesn’t look like it.
Autumn has passed and winter’s here.
Today’s high is supposed to be 30 F
and right now at 1 PM it’s 29 F. We
were having small flurries of snow
this morning. It snowed a little bit
yesterday and I made the mistake
of not raising our windshield wipers
to keep them from freezing in the
snow and ice, so last night when I
was trying to get them free, I broke
one of the wiper blades, so we had
to go early this morning to Walmart
and buy another one, because she
was driving up to Caribou today.
She’s gone and took her sister with
her to show her where Mandy our
oldest daughter has moved to so
she will be able to drive up for the
Thanksgiving dinner when it comes
about. Plus Judy wanted to see
the house. Mandy showed her how
to get to the house but Judy hadn’t
seen it yet. She left at 11 AM so I
guess they are there now. That was
the reason I was so urgent for us
to get up early and go and buy a new
windshield wiper blade. Anyways,
that’s the most excitement that has
gone on around here hehehe. We
live such exciting lives LOL. The
boys just told me they wanted to go
outside, so Benny and Rocky are
out in the snow LOL. I’ll be hearing
Rocky barking anytime soon saying
he’s ready to come back in hehehehe.
Benny will come back in when he’s
good and ready LOL. That wind is
blowing hard outside. What else is
there to talk about. Well, I’m done
with all of the poetry pictures for
book number 9 and now all I need
to do is get to work making a front
cover and inner front and back pages.
Then off to get it published. I’ve
already begun writing for book 10.
Yeppers, I write a lot. It keeps my
mind alert. I’ve gotta go and let
Rocky in and see if Benny is about
ready to come back in. I’ll be back.
I’m back Benny was right beside
Rocky standing at the front door
waiting to come in 🙂 So now they
are both back in here with me and
they wanted a treat so I gave them
some Bark’n n Bacon 🙂 They love
that. Back to writing. It looks as
though our landlord is showing
some people the house right behind
us. Judy and I have kind of gotten
used to being without neighbors,
but it is what it is. If they rent the
house then good I guess. Life goes
on. We’ll continue as we have for
the passed 11 years LOL. Just sit
tight and continue with our lives and
if the neighbors want to get to know
us, they’ll come knocking. If they
have lil kids, them coming knocking
is pretty much a guarantee HoHoHo.
Yep, no matter what time of the year
or how I am dressed 🙂 It’s still 29 F
and now it is 2:15 PM. I don’t think
it’s going to reach 30 degrees hehehe.
Judy just posted a message with a
picture saying lunch at Mandy’s 🙂
So it looks like they are having a
great time. Judy said she was going
to come home before dark LOL.
She’s got less than 2 hours to do it,
because it starts getting dark around
4 PM hahaha. Caribou is over an
hour drive north of us. It wouldn’t
be an hour drive if there weren’t so
many small towns to go through to
make you have to slow down. I’m
sure Judy will get home when she
gets home LOL. The boys are in
their doggy beds right beside me in
the floor. They’re good boys when
they wanna be hehehe. God has
truly blessed our home as well as
our lives. I know I’m not always
as grateful as I should be, but God
knows my heart. None of us is what
we should be all the time. We all
have our moments of weakness that
we are not doing as we should do.
Give it to God and let yourself be
forgiven through His Son and it’ll
all be OK. Life is full of ups and
downs. It’s with the yin and yang
of life that helps us become more
stronger. Look for the lessons 🙂
Now I believe it’s time for me to
begin my journey looking back on
all I’ve written here to see if I can
find a good word or phrase that I
can use for the title for today’s new
poem. So it’s away I go to that lil
place of my recollection that I like
to call RECOLLECT VILLE. It
looks as though I may have found
a decent title just a few lines back
and now after checking I see that
it has not been used as of yet, so
used it shall be 🙂 Here goes…

Moments of Weakness

Bewildered moments
become as a tool
a time to remind
to not be a fool.
Yet as a time bomb
life might explode
when you look away
a time down the road.
Focusing on one thing
and missing a view
moments of weakness
will tear you into.
Look beyond wantings
as you travel around
and see what you need
firm feet on the ground.
Moments of weakness
can enhance dark details
scented of heartstrings
as a moment compels.

There ya go. I hope that you liked
the poem and maybe even understood
it. I also hope you enjoyed all of my
rambling. If not, sorry Charlie LOL.
Anyways, at least if you read it all,
I kept you entertained 🙂 Hahahaha.
So I wonder if there is anything that
I’ve forgotten to tell you? Well, it
doesn’t look like it. So I guess it’s
time for me to be telling you what I
tell you almost every week and that
is, I wrote some more poems and
haiku. Yep, 10 more poems with
2 extras and 4 Christmas poems in
the mix. Judy’s birthday poem is in
the mix as well 🙂 I also wrote 22
more haiku for all of the haiku
lovers out there. I hope you can
find 1 or 2 of either or both that
you like. So now I reckon it is
time for me to begin my search
for that hardly elusive off switch,
but not before I wish you a most
wonderful weekend or whatever’s
left of it and a truly blessings filled
week. Remember, Jesus love you
and we do too. Now, where can
that ornery off switch be hiding
this week???? Hmm and Hmm
again? Where is that little rascal?
OH LOL I see ya now. You just
could not resist peeking could ya!
I see ya you little varmint. Trying
an old spot that worked a while
back huh! Well, not this time 🙂
I’ve learned to look at the window
when searching for you and you
trying to hide behind the little
solar powered hula girl would of
worked if you hadn’t of tried to
hula too LOL. You dance BAD.
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzz.

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+2 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Vessel of Life

Rocking as a ship
that sails out to sea
we might then rethink
if it’s needing to be.
As the ocean’s rolling
with waves of style
the need of a moment
might present a trial.
A test beyond seeing
and what you can feel
as a vessel of life
displays what is real.
The truth is the waters
that flow as a mind
taking on distances,
an unfathomed time.
We might see waves
as the waters unite
giving many chances
to strengthen our sight.
Look for the lighthouse
that beacons so true
and let it be the guide
to show what to do.
God is the lighthouse
His beacon is there
to guide us through life
in a moment of prayer.
Look to the heavens
and seek for advice
as you go sailing
your vessel of life.

Our stance on life
and how it seems
might be illusion
might be dreams.
We might be stood
upon the grass
a timeless scene
that’s come to pass.
For where we stand
it might display
a timeless scene
of a yesterday,
We need to look
beneath our feet
and see the truth
that times accrete.
If we’re honest
and not just show
our standing place
will grow and grow.
Allowing scenes
of where we are
to show the truth
much better by far.
For as we stand
together in life
we grow stronger
husband and wife.

Among a path
of distant time
I found a place
within my mind.
It held footsteps
to then unfold
that of nature
seeming as gold.
The paths we trod
might hold a face
a moment’s time
a firm embrace.
Beyond our steps
we might perceive
a timeless view
as minutes weave.
Leaving prints
upon the ground
our footsteps might
one day be found.
That of a memory
that of a time
that ones might see
as frame of mind.
The minutes pass
and turn to days
as paths we trod
ones may appraise
It might be found
an act of God
as others view
the paths we trod.

My best friend
that came to be
is the very
best for me.
I love her smile,
I love her eyes.
She ‘s like stars
within the skies.
The years display
some certain times
with her and I
as life entwines.
We found dreams
connected ways
gifts from God
for future days.
My gal and I
we walk together
love and life
in every weather.
No matter when
there’s pouring rain
we’re together
a loving chain.
Linked together
by God above
she’s my gal
my one true love
and today’s
a wondrous view
my gal my pal
turned 62.

Looking beyond
the colorful hues
timeless becomes
a time to infuse.
Structured in life
scented of time
colors of autumn
are clearly defined.
Some as a texture
some as a taste
colors of autumn
so heavenly laced.
They bring alive
an insightful scene
often as a lake’s
charismatic dream.
Life is a pattern
connected in style
gathering seconds
times to compile.
Searching within
from then to now
life is a doorway
for more to endow.
We are as pages
words thereupon
written as seconds
to then and gone.
We remember life
that comes so often
seasons of timeless
colors of autumn.

Simple times
with simple things
Christmas rhymes
of wondrous scenes.
Winter of bliss
a time so alive
when many go on
a seasonal drive.
To search beyond
a timeless place
with eyes to find
a smiling face.
A Christmas glow
that eyes perceive
a wonderful sight
of Christmas eve.
Such as a sight
a heavenly kiss
of Christmastime
and winter of bliss.

The seasonal glow
of wonderful things
becomes delightful
children and dreams.
Waiting for the mail
in a seasonal style
that old Sear’s catalog
brought us a smile.
The dreamer’s book
for Christmas wishes
wanting for things
so timeless delicious.
Things we could see
and taste with our eyes
a wagon or bicycle
of hopeful surprise.
That Christmas mail
such a wonderful sight
as it brought joy
for children to write.
Then mailing letters
to old Santa Claus,
for they’ve been good
and broken no laws.
So when it’s snowing
in a Christmas detail
many will be waiting
for Christmas mail.

Remember the scenes
those Christmas lights
those magical times
with wonderful sights.
With houses lit up
that time of the year
to help bring alive
that Christmas cheer.
Decorated sweetly
roof to the ground
the lights all glittered
as we drove around.
So many glistening
scenes we could see
became as a blessing
a time’s memory.
A moment so heavenly
that we remember
decorated for Christmas
amidst one December.

Roads to illusion
pathways of time
can become feelings
travels we’ll find.
Found on a journey
as life moves along
our elusive feelings
can sing a sad song.
Though for a time
a moment or two
feelings can begin
to see a new view.
A journey one way
an then to a gaze
feelings evolving
into better days.
Life is a roadway
that so many drive
seeking for peaceful
an ongoing strive.
Seek for guidance
pathways you trod
praying to Heaven
and almighty God.
For in the roadways
we travel thereunto
so many struggles
will come into view.
Making us stronger
in minutes discerned
as feelings discover
all that we learned.

As the minutes move
from time unto stage
the tracks of December
will flip a new page.
Scenes come alive
as Christmastime tales
on tracks of December
snow’s riding the rails.
As all our memories
that live deep inside
take off on a journey
as a train faring ride.
On through December
as a scene so sublime
while Christmas displays
that so special time.
A time within memoirs
of a written lifestyle
such as our childhood
a gift with a smile.
Dreams of old Santa
and reindeer that fly
our tracks of December
reach a glorious high.
Remembering things
such as Christmas lights
and riding all around
looking at all the sights.
So take now the time
for magic to remember
all of your memories
the tracks of December.

Inside our minds
we can find the days
a time so wonderful
as ocean waves.
The sound is a place
that brings in view
a time of the mind
of a sea of blue.
While strolling along
in the island sands
time painted scenes
as a moment expands.
The sun is dimming
in the evening breeze
as ones are strolling
by the deep blue seas.
A moment of peace
a moment of prayer
a strolling moment
in an island flair.
The ocean’s scent
is a breath to breathe
a heavenly moment
for ones to believe.
Tinted as summer
with sounds of bliss
memoirs of strolling
is a moment’s kiss.
A fragrant aroma
of a distant place
is that of ones strolling
with a smiling face.

Deep within waters
of a momentary mind
a stream might display
how minutes unwind.
Flowing as a moment
and creating a dream
a mind might become
a thoughtful stream.
Each drop of water
creates its own flow
as a person’s ability
soon begins to grow.
Becoming as a river
that once was a stream
flowing in existence
and creating a scene.
We’re as the waters
that flow with a style
drop by drop surely
sometimes in denial.
Though as ones deny
the waters still move
performing lifestyles
to win or to lose.

It was windy as all get out yesterday and
even to early this morning. It sounded
like a train outside. I was afraid that we
would end up blowing away, but we’re
still here. The lighthouse that Judy and
I built blew over and the light came off,
but I found it and was able to reattach
it, but this time I super glued it to the
post that it’s mounted on :). Of course
the lighthouse itself was structurally OK,
being I built it pretty stout. It took at
least 60 mile an hour winds to blow it
over LOL. So, it’s once again standing
and awaiting the night to shine into the
darkness. We had to buy another light
being the old one finally broke after it
having the same scenario as it hit the
ground. We’ll buy a better solar light
in the next day or so. The replacement
we got only cost $4.50 LOL and it’s a
little smaller than the one that broke.
We bought the replacement Friday for
the one that broke a week or so ago.
No problem, it’ll do. We might wait
until next summer to buy another one,
being that’s when Walmart stocks up
on those type of things. That’s when
we bought the older light. So, what
else is going on around here? Well, I
just went to Amazon and bought us a
pair of battery powered lanterns to use
when the electric goes out. We’ve got
one that we hang up either in the here
or in the bed room depending where
we are. But I bought the others for
the other areas such as the laundry
area where the light that was there
ceased to work and I don’t mess with
electricity LOL. No matter, it’s just
a small area between our kitchen and
our bedroom. We’ll use the extra light
for wherever needs it at the time. So
there ya go. The wind blew so hard
yesterday eve and last night that it
knocked out the electricity multiple
times. The last time it was knocked
out it was off for about 6 hours. It
got knocked out in Houlton and all
surrounding us as well. When Judy’s
laptop battery finally died, we both
went to bed and covered up and the
boys went to their beds in the floor
beside us. Fortunately it wasn’t as
cold as it could of been 🙂 LOL we
have at a few occasions had to sleep
in our clothes when the electric went
out, but then they are never slow
about getting the electric back up
and running. They truly earn their
paychecks especially in the cold of
winter. They deserve an award for
all of the work they do, but then so
do the guys that plow our roads in
the cold of night while it is snowing
as they keep the roads driveable for
people such as Judy and I that might
need to go somewhere. I admire all
those that do such work. I wouldn’t
want to be out on a windy night like
last night fixing power lines that have
been downed by falling trees and or
branches. Especially when it’s raining
as it was last night also. I commend
those guys. So next topic. Well, it
looks like that is all I can think of to
tell you at the moment. God is still
watching over us as struggles come
our way. I have a feeling that we may
have many angels protecting us and
our 2 boys/dogs too. Thank You God
for protecting our home, preventing
it from being blown away and thank
You for all of the many blessings that
you give to us and will give to us as
the years pass us by, AMEN. Now,
to look back on all that I’ve written
here to see if I can find a decent word
or phrase that I can use for the title
for today’s brand new poem. So it’s
away I go to that little place of my
recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE. I think I may
of found a decent title just a few lines
back and now after checking, I see
that it has not been used as of yet,
so used it shall be today. Here goes.

The Cold Of Night

As life meets gray
with saddened eyes
our sight might view
some cloudy skies.
The troubled times
might come and go
as tides of life
with ebb and flow.
Coherent thoughts
might seem to find,
but only things
to change our mind.
We often will view
our moments desires
as that of needs
that wanting aspires.
We need to pray
for God’s Own will
to do what He does
to fill the bill
Allow for His Hands
to make it alright
even with scenes
of the cold of night.

There ya go. I hope you liked the
poem 🙂 and maybe even understood
it. I also hope that you enjoyed my
rambling. Isn’t it funny how that I
can come up with so much stuff to
talk about LOL. Yep, I can ramble.
Oh yea, here’s a bit of news. Nov 6
this Tuesday is Judy’s birthday. She
said she wants Chinese dinner for her
birthday, so Chinese it is 🙂 We’ve
gotta go and vote this week too, but
I don’t like to discuss politics so next
subject. I guess that’s all I have for
ya this week other than my usual 🙂
which is, I wrote some more poems
and haiku. Yeppers, 10 more poems
with 2 extras and 5 Christmas poems
in the mix. I also wrote 22 more haiku
for all of the haiku lovers out there 🙂
I hope you can find 1 or 2 of either or
both that you like. Now I believe it’s
time for me to begin my search for
that hardly elusive off switch, but not
before I wish you a safe and happy
weekend or whatever’s left of it and
a truly wonderful week. Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too. Now,
where can that dad burned off switch
be hiding this week? Hmm, it did a
better job this time. At least it’s not
sitting right in front of me Hahahaha.
LOL I thought I saw an extra light
on our internet router and to top
it off, it was not a green light, but
nope, there ya are. You blended in
pretty good aside from having the
wrong color of light and the size of it.
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzz.

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+2 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Then To There

Depicting a minute
that moments bestow
needs of the wording
a time to and fro.
Time frames to then
and seconds to there
find in the afterglow
life everywhere.
Maybe as a snowflake
or maybe as a tree
gathered by a time
that’s now history.
Counting the minutes
of wintertime’s glow
might display moments
filled full of snow.
For as a heartbeat
looks with its eyes
the sights found of then
might be in the skies.
Clouds floating softly
in a deep sky of blue
might be transforming
into a much better view.
A Christmassy essence
of a time we recall
of a snowy white day
that came after fall.
It made my memories
of Christmas to air
as I looked outwards
towards then to there.

Implemented journeys
of a scenic pattern
might be the same as
a trip to Saturn.
A journey through time
as minutes proceed
life can become gathered
as a fast growing weed.
Synching up the seconds
as the world goes around
brings forth the chances
that minutes can astound.
Often as a pinwheel
is blowing in the wind
time is ticking quickly
with minutes to transcend.
Left within the doorway
of clouds that pass by
there may be connections
between both you and I.
The hills that we focus on
might be a distant sight
as a time remembered
that somehow lost its light.
Allow for a meadow
to come and enhance
the joy you’ve forgotten
of a scenic romance.
Try to remember
what’s lost in your mind
as a wonderful place
a journey through time.

Time is a roadway
a vision of miles
found as a section
of seasonal styles.
Snow might be seen
as winter displays
textured of moments
whitish to grays.
The clouds up above
might hold a sign
that says within them
it’s Christmastime.
Winter’s beginning
is a fabulous sight
as it so often is
seen snowy white.
It might seem faintly
this seasonal hue,
but winter’s beginning
soon shines through.
Time is a roadway
to a Christmassy style
as winter’s beginning
shows white in a while.
Tinted with sunshine
and textured with love
winter’s beginning
is a gift from above.

A walk through the snow
to a time’s corner store
brings lifetimes alive
that once lived before.
The scene’s remembered
as a Christmas so fine
scented with blessings
that live in my mind.
Watching time go by
ones walk to and fro
as the Christmas store
inside is all aglow.
Filled full of presents
of a Christmas detail
shining so brightly as
the snowflakes set sail.
The moment is a theme
that ones will remember
of the Christmas store
amidst one December.
The gifts are all laid out
with so many choices
as people embrace then
with their singing voices.
Singing of Christmastime
singing of peace
then as they remember
what never should cease.
The time is connected
with heartbeats galore
as ones will remember
the Christmas store.

Glimpses of shadows
of a time long ago
become as serenity
a time within snow.
A Christmassy past
that lives on and on
as a time without end
of a mornings dawn.
It’s as winter billows
with scenes fluffy white
glimpses of shadows
that live day and night.
They form such a scene
with Christmassy flair
deep inside serenity
and filled with fresh air.
A breath of Christmas
becomes as a glance
a scene so pristine
as snowflakes dance.
While ones are sitting
right near a fireplace
they look out and see
that wintertime face.
A sight they remember
a sight that rings true
as blessings of Christmas
are found within view.
This becomes a story
of a great sight to see
as peace comes knocking
inside serenity.

Looking outwards
searching through
the scenes we see
might fade in view.
Faded occurrences
becoming so gray
could be the time
for a much better day.
Time might speak
of a greater style
a wonderful scene
of a distant mile.
Seeming as artwork
a field of perception
that’s faded gray
within one direction.
Look for the scenes
of a distant scale,
one that of beauty
in a wondrous detail.
For as time’s fading
it displays for you
a moment to begin
yet another view.
Some distant hills
seen as paradise
a faded gray scene
that time does entice.
Allow God to show
the greatest each day
with colors of time
and those faded gray.

The middle of concept
finds then a view
a moment’s perception
time tried and true.
Though you might see
a time on display,
it might be but only
just but a day.
Outlined as illusion
that becomes so real
as a mirage in a desert
that moments reveal.
Illusions of grandeur
of a wanted style
can hide ones sadness
inside of a smile.
Some seeming blessings
and others as Hell
while some illusions
are harder to tell.
Life’s as a whirlwind
of massive emotions
spinning around quickly
through Earth and oceans.
Time begins counting
even with none
displaying illusions
as a fox on the run.
So many time frames
come before our eyes
while some are but only
illusions premise.

Written in leaves
words of a phase
autumn began
its wonderful ways.
Changing colors
green into gold
then some brown
as times unfold.
Autumn began
a morning breath
painted with colors
of more or less.
Time is a factor
that comes in play
as autumn’s leaves
have much to say.
They speak words
of distant hues
formed from time
as they interfuse.
The leaves may die,
but then transcend
colors changing
blowing in the wind.
They then release
their branch of time
to then set sail
in their design.
Awaiting winter
and seasonal span
the leaves all changed
as autumn began.

When Heading out
in ocean’s blue
time might show
your life anew.
Waves beginning
journeys on
an ocean breeze
and sailing song.
Lifetimes crashing
at the bow
timeless moments
to endow.
Within a scene
of waters waves
time displays some
better days.
An ocean breeze
of salty air
has a fishy scent
and glistened glare.
The morning sun
reflects its light
within the ocean’s
true blue sight.
It’s own beginning
is time well laid
as a ship begins
a fishing crusade.
Seeking to sail
in deeper seas
to catch some fish
in an ocean breeze.

Behind the shadows
of a sudden scene
a field of forgotten
turns into dream.
Found as a stage
of whitish detail
the essence of life
is a story to tell.
A snow covered stage
with wording within
singing of Christmas
a time to begin.
The shadows amaze
anyone that sees
the clouds up above
and distant trees.
It’s as a dreamworld
that moments unfold
a snow covered stage
for eyes to behold.
Snow seems textured
as a fluffy cloud
a Christmassy theme
with love to enshroud.
Seasonal blessings
snowflakes to land
becoming beauty
a sight oh so grand.
It’s as a gateway
the turn of a page
Christmas of essence
a snow covered stage.

Through the skies
a scene is found
the moon above
so big and round.
Clouds of haze
might hide away
a wondrous scene
within the day.
A dim lit moment,
but clearly seen
as clouds of haze
pour like a stream.
They float across
the sky by noon
and hide the sight
of the silvery moon.
Just like a ghost
up in the sky
as clouds of haze
that float on by.
They then fall
to a lower flight
as the clouds
float out of sight.
Then the moon
displays its all
so round and true
a silvery ball.
Becoming a time
and place to gaze
sky of blue
and clouds of haze.

Stood in a shadow
with fishing line taut
life shows illusions
truthful and not.
Fishing for a life
in a ocean of blue
time might display
a wonderful view.
Maybe enhanced as
a scenic desire
flourished with time
so stoked as a fire.
Look where you are
as time goes its way
find your survival
in a truthful array.
Toss out your line
to an ocean’s choice
and reel in the scene
of an honest voice.
Stand real sturdy
in the truest sight
reel in the moments
day unto night.
Watch as sunlight
shines in the wake
found as emotion
life to partake.
Lessons of old age
and also our youth
time is perception
fishing for truth.

I hope you’ve been staying warm
and well. We’ve been watching and
waiting for more snow to come. It
snowed a bit the other day. Right
now it’s white outside, but it’s been
doing a bit of raining and in time
that should wash the snow away.
Of course it’s still early yet and the
true heavy snows are still within the
makings of time. Yeppers, this
being only October we have many
more months of snow to acquire 🙂
We’re still only using our portable
radiator heaters to stay warm aside
from the other night when it got
down to 14 F degrees and then I had
to turn on the furnace. We’ve still
got about a 4th of a tank of oil left
from last winter. So we’re surviving.
As soon as I have enough money on
our tab at DOC’s oil to fill our tank
as close to full as possible, I’ll order
some. If we order anything less than
100 gallons it will cost us 30 dollars
for delivery. So I’m going to try and
get as close to 200 gallons as I can 🙂
That should last us a big portion of
the winter, but of course our winters
often last for 6 months, so I’ll still
be putting money on our tab so that
if we need it, we can have it delivered.
LOL hard to believe I was ever a
Texan huh! Yep, I’ve learned how to
survive up here, plus I do love the
seasons that we see up here. Spring
comes with the beginning of melting
snow, but it doesn’t quite make it
for often it’s still snowing hehehehe.
The summers are not no where near
the hot temperatures that I used to
endure in Texas thank God. It does
get warm, but not as long and not
in the triple digits. Then autumn
becomes the scene with beautifully
colored leaves that my camera can
never fully capture, but it does its
best. Then winter makes a calling
long before autumn is over with 🙂
LOL being the first day of winter is
supposed to be around December 21
or thereabouts. Right now at 5 PM
it’s 36 F degrees and it’s raining just
a slight bit. So, what else is going
on around this place? Well to be
honest, the Pearce’s Place is in a
sort of sleepy mode. LOL right now
I feel like going into hibernation :),
but I figure I’ll do as I do every week
and that is write poetry and watch
TV with Judy. We have a few of our
favorite TV programs set to watch
for each day of the week. LOL ain’t
we exciting! I am reckoning that
Judy and I will hang out around the
house all week, being we’ve limited
funds and nowhere to go anyways 🙂
LOL I just checked all of my weather
programs and it seems they all say
something different, so I took my
super sensitive ambient thermometer
outside and checked and it says it’s
39.9 F degrees. I’m guessing that all
of my computer weather programs
have stations in different locations
and therefore showing many different
temperatures, but outside our front
door it is 39.9 F degrees. So there
ya go LOL. Benny is always wanting
to go outside and play in the snow.
Rocky, not so much, but he does
have to go outside to go potty and
he does follow Benny around like a
little shadow so he ends up traipsing
through the snow as well LOL. They
love one another. Right now though,
they’re both lying in the floor in their
doggy beds right between Judy and I.
God has been good to us. Angels are
watching over us day and night and
protecting us, but we know that there
will be times that suffering will be,
for it is a part of life that makes us to
be thankful for the better times. So,
when you are suffering, think of the
good times that you might not see
when they present themselves if you
were not to of had to see the other
side of the spectrum. We thank You
God for all that You have done for us
and all that You will do, AMEN. Now
I believe it’s time for me to begin my
search back through all that I have
written here to see if I can find a good
word or phrase that I can use for the
title for today’s brand new poem. So
it’s away I go to that little place of my
recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE. I think I found
I decent title just about a 4th of the
way back in my rambling and it seems
that after checking that it has not been
used as of yet, so used it shall be 🙂
Here goes.

Therefore

Teeming with chances
time begins play
showing us the essence
of another day.
Therefore a journey
begins with a quest
as a page of survival
that might be a test.
Time begins ticking
as a clock on life’s wall
bringing us changes
and some we’ll appall.
Therefore each moment
that time carries on
brings us a doorway
to a new day to dawn.
So look for the better
of times evermore
and locate the beauty
of life then therefore.

I hope you liked my poem and maybe
even understood it. I also hope that
you enjoyed my rambling. I know I
tend to rattle about silly stuff, but if
I made you for just a moment forget
about your troubles, then I did my
job. Well it seems that I’ve told you
all there is to tell and so I reckon it’s
time for me to be telling you what I
tell you almost every week and that is
I wrote some more poems and haiku.
Yeppers 10 more poems, no extras,
but there are 2 Christmas poems in
the mix. I also wrote 22 more haiku
for all of the haiku lovers out there.
I hope you can find 1 or 2 of either
or both that you like. Now I believe
it’s time for me to begin my search
for that hardly elusive off switch,
but not before I wish you a happy
weekend or whatever’s left of it and
a blessings filled week. Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.
Ok, so where is that confounded
off switch trying to hide this week?
LOL do you have any idea of how
stupid it was to hide behind my
glass of orange juice???????????
Try harder next week will ya LOL.
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzz.

Beneath the moon
some owls await
a special time
that they so elate.
Halloween scenes
with witches brooms
across the sky
the sight consumes.
Then in the night
they hear a song
on through the trees
that goes on and on.
It’s as an echo
in the nighttime air
as the moon above
displays its flair
As one little owl
sits there all alone
while its mother
sings a hoot song.
It sings of Heaven
it sings of the night
a Halloween moon
shining so bright.

A big round moon
becomes reborn
as a Halloween night
is sights to form.
Bats flying high
as a glimmering view
across the night sky
of a magical hue.
There might be seen
a castle at glance
with bats flying high
and doing their dance.
Fluttering around
as a night escapade
seeking for a time
that Halloween made.
Found as a story
written in time
with bats flying high
as shadows outline.
The Halloween view
is a momentous scene
of bats flying high
in a Halloween dream.

Just like a flavor
a tasty treat
snow of white
looks good to eat.
It’s displayed as
some flakes of white
floating down
to then unite.
A taste of winter
brings into view
a scenic dance
that snowflakes do.
They form a scene
a dream of time
that of Christmas
inside our mind.
It all begins
with just one flake
and then some more
to then partake.
A taste of winter
a scenic delight
flavors of Christmas
my favorite sight.

A beach of life
might hold in place
a time so close
it hits your face.
It might be there
to shed some light
cutting it close
with wrong and right.
You might perceive
this view of time
as just a moment
to then remind,
but it might be
much more than that,
for it comes close
as a baseball bat.
Striking an instance
a seaward foul
that might make you
throw in the towel.
Look on beyond
that moments realm
and see what’s true
with close cut helm.
It might just be
an awakening sight
a scene of time
to shed some light.
For time might show
a daily dose
of warning signs
when cutting it close.

Synched with heartbeats
textured with style
time displays viewpoints
of a momentous smile.
Found as pure harmony
lifetimes might seem
far beyond peace
as a season of dream.
It might be an illusion
or a magical day
that of which peaceful
shows a wondrous array.
Look within the mirror
of now and again
and find beyond peace
anew to begin.
Don’t let the ripples
that lifetimes become
to unleash your doubting
letting hopeful succumb.
Allow your problems
to teach you a way
that’s found beyond peace
as a bright sunny day.
Look at the foothills
of timeless release
and find all the blessings
somewhere beyond peace.

October’s colors
are enhanced by eve
becoming a season
that many perceive.
Sunshine glimmers
while giving its best
as an evening of colors
shines from the west.
Scenic this moment
a pleasurable phase
as evening’s sunshine
might look ablaze.
An orangish tint
with a little yellow
is found within evening
a scene so mellow.
Seen across the trees
as an autumn sight
then within evening
and on into night.
October’s minions
as leaves change color
becoming changes
to favor one another.
This is a blessing
that passes thereunto
as the leaves fall
within autumn’s hue.
Then seemed unmoving
as an October mind
found as the blessings
of evening’s sunshine.

Time has a way
that minutes proclaim
shouting as echoes
that time frames attain.
Scented as a memoir
written in the mind
becoming the past
is the threshold of time.
Textured as dewdrops
and weathered by rain
as the sunny moments
give segments to gain.
Gathering speed then
are things we recall
winter then springtime
and summer to fall.
We are as memories
a timeless domain
past things revolving
to us they pertain.
Listing as a vessel
in an ocean of style
past days remembered
might then compile.
Becoming the past
of a so distant train
on tracks of survival
that many abstain.
Look beyond the echoes
and find the best view
of the times we remember
that then went askew.

Heartbeats so scenic
become as a phase
a time we remember
of so distant days.
Found as a dream
that life rings true
and displays as life
to live within you.
Seen as a river
as time drifts along,
but it’s just a dream
you recall of a song.
It might even display
a momentous style
that is with shadows
of times in denial.
The river might flow
as mindful desires
filled full of moments
that hopeful acquires.
Beyond this view
might be then so real
a place you’ve seen
in life’s windowsill.
It might be of water
this magical scene,
but you realize that
it’s just a dream.

Wheels of life
will turn and roll
taking hold
their daily goal.
Though we might
discover a path
a road of rock
that seems of wrath.
It might be seen
as a dusty trail
a timeless view
that life’s set sail.
We might go miles
with not a sight,
but then one day
our eyes delight.
They land upon
a scene of colors
an autumn road
unlike no others.
Though the rocks
still jar you around
the rocky road
seems so profound.
For it’s a moment
that God bestowed
with scenes of life
a rocky road.

Seen through a doorway
of a seasonal gain
snowflakes were falling
upon my window pane.
Time began telling of
a season of white
a time that I remember
and do so delight.
I then saw a train track
far across the way
that enhanced my vision
of a Christmassy day.
The track was well hidden
with snow thereupon
as winter says hello
and time goes on and on.
Passing in my view then
life began its style
as the white snow glistened
and even seemed to smile.
I know that more will fall
as wintertime unfolds
showing burning embers
of how that winter rolls.
Winter creates beauty
where ugly was before
as it shows the memories
we thought was nevermore.
Grass might be protruding
through the shallow snow
as the days bring beauty
and winter says hello.

It’s another day gone by as October
nears it’s closing. Halloween is on its
way. Judy painted a couple of great
Halloween pictures for me to use for
poetry pictures. I might see what I
can do with them this evening 🙂 I’ve
already got some ideas. It’s been a
sort of slow week the passed few days.
Although I did get a call this week
telling me that my doctor has moved
to the walk in clinic and I now have
yet another doctor. This makes 4 that
I have gone through in less than two
years LOL. I’m getting to the point
of just letting it go and when I have
to go to the doctor, go to the walk
in LOL. That’s where most of my
previous doctors/nurses have ended
up hahaha. The only reason that I
need a doctor anyways is to prescribe
my inhaler and Advair. There are no
medications that will work on my
weird internal and external anatomy
other than my inhaler and Advair 🙂
I have an over active immune system
which makes anything I’ve taken to
not work a second time. Sometimes
I swear that I must be an alien and
not from another country hehehehe.
So, what else is going on around
this place? Well, Judy and her
sister and grandson went to help
get her brothers house winterized
so that they can turn off the electric.
Her brother is in a nursing home.
Life up this ways is in slow motion
or at least it seems that way to me.
I see by my weather program that we
might get some snow Wednesday 🙂
It snowed a little bit Thursday, but
it melted as fast as it hit the ground.
It takes a few days of continuous
freezing temperatures 32F and below
temperatures to get the ground cold
enough to be able to sustain snow.
I haven’t taken many pictures this
passed week due to the fact there
has been not much to take pictures
of LOL. Although I did take a few
pictures of the snow falling the other
day. Right now it’s 37 F degrees at
4 PM. Still not too bad 🙂 We’re
staying warm as we spend most of
our time in here (the PC room) and
the computer monitors put out a
lot of heat. LOL looking out the
window it looks as though it could
snow at any given moment hahaha,
but as I said before, the ground is
still too warm to sustain any snow.
God has still been watching over us
and sending angels to protect us
and guide us. I’m sure that we will
be Ok, no matter what life throws
at us. So, I guess it’s time for me
to begin my quest back through all
that I’ve written here to see if I can
find a good word or phrase that I
can use for the title for today’s brand
new poem, And so it’s away I go to
that place of my recollection that
I always call RECOLLECT VILLE.
I think I found a decent title just a
third of the way back in my rambling
which is not the first appearance of
that word LOL, but after checking
I see that I haven’t used it as of yet,
so used it shall be today. Here goes…

Although

Faces of people
and places we view
might have well hidden
what’s really so true.
Hidden beneath laughter
hidden beneath days
so many might be
emersed in the grays.
Although they might
show a little smile
beneath that picture
the pain might compile.
Hidden in a facade
of their daily lives
might be a moment
that stabs like knives.
Although they deny it
with a smiling face
many will see through
and find a small trace.
So try and let Lord God
to help when you’re low,
for even with struggles
you’ll grow then although.

Okie dokie, there ya go. I hope
you liked the poem and you maybe
even understood it :). Also I hope
you enjoyed my rambling. It’s
35 F degrees now at 4:50 PM. The
temperature has gone down a couple
of degrees hehehe. I’m trying to see
if there is anything I’ve forgotten
to tell you, but it seems I have said
it all except of course what I tell you
every week and that is, I wrote some
more poems and haiku. Yeppers 10
more poems with 2 extras and there
are 5 Christmas poems in the mix 🙂
I also wrote 22 more haiku for all of
the haiku lovers out there. I hope
you can find 1 or 2 of either or both
that you like. Now, I believe it’s
time for me to begin my search for
that hardly elusive off switch, but
not before I wish you a wonderful
weekend or what that’s left of it and
a truly blessings filled week. OK,
now, where is that ornery off switch
trying to hide this week? Searching
high and low and no sign, OH OH,
I see movement. Right there behind
my little Animal figurine that 1 of
my friends gave me years ago. Yep,
I see you ya little varmint. Trying to
hold it up when it fell on ya 🙂 LOL.
That’ll teach ya to not to be hiding
behind things that are not stable.
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzz.

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+2 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Green and Gold

Looking on through
and seeing signs
green and gold
of greater times.
So many might be
with a bit of brown
as life unfolds
a distant frown.
Heartbeats of life
become as a sight
green and gold
of fear and fright.
We often only see
how many enter
that may become
a little dimmer.
Look for the truth
inside of a glance
as green and gold
may need a chance.
Many will judge
without knowing
who ones are or
what’s bestowing.
So don’t become
a judgmental fool
looking at ones
and being so cruel.
For they might be
of green and gold
then looking brown
as moments unfold.

The life of autumn
is a change of face
with falling leaves
landing with grace.
They have become
a colorful scene
even after leaving
branches of dream.
They held tightly
and displayed time
colorful moments
for ones to find.
Those autumn days
that followed summer
brought forth time
for us to discover.
Colorful blessings
a lifetime perceives
as autumn displays
its falling leaves.

Beyond what is seen
a journey may begin
scented of snowflakes
of time and again.
A Christmastime theme
that is billowy white
might display seasons
of Christmas delight.
Trees all glistening
snow on their limbs
as that of a painting
that winter transcends.
Then as the days pass
our heartbeats appear
textured of snowflakes
and Santa’s reindeer.
Maybe of a mixture
of a song that we sing
on a Christmas journey
and snowflakes to cling.
Holding on tightly
to the branches thereof
life becomes photos
of the Heaven sent love.
A photographers view
of this wonderful seen
is a time he’ll remember
as blessings supreme.
For he then discovered
the seasons delight
on a Christmas journey
from day unto night.

Painted emotions
of a dragonfly
can become seen
in a low lying sky.
Seen above a pond
with its little family
a dragonfly’s style
so wondrous to see.
It hovers in flight
then away it goes
a dragonfly’s style
the pathway it chose.
Above water lily’s
of a painted design
it might discover
a magical find.
A place of a dream
that came alive
as a moment in time
that it did survive.
You might see it
for real then one day
as it flutters around
in April and May.
It might be seen
as a mere memory
a time within life
with a magical key.
A time when vision
is met with a smile
as you are watching
a dragonfly’s style.

Roads of ice
with a little snow
make the going
a little slow.
Heading to town
one winter’s eve
we drove real slow
so not to weave.
It was in March
this winter scene
that we drove
to not serpentine.
It was so beautiful
this winter road
that gave me sights
that did unfold.
The snow of white
was like a smile
that passed us by
as it did compile.
The evening was
a magical fact
winter’s travels
there and back.
Roads were slick,
but we held on
our trip to town
and then to home.
We talked about
how time unravels
scenes like these
of winter’s travels.

Blue skies of evening
brought forth a view
clouds that awakened
in a deep sky of blue.
The time came to be
as an ocean of waves
while it came alive
with whites and grays.
A few other colors
became clear to see
as then it came alive
a gift for you and me.
This special moment
was a time so sweet
with clouds up above
as a days tasty treat.
Seeming to become
as a time at the fair
with cotton candy
floating in the air.
For it began its quest
as a journey in time
when it came alive
as a wondrous design.
Painting up the sky
with colors so unique
when it came alive
looking oh so antique.
A view of such beauty
and wonderful ways
when it came alive
for my eyes to gaze.

The snow of white
is such a sight
a scene to see
of day and night.
It brings in view
a sight or two
to begin its quest
for me and you.
It’s sent as love
from God above
wintery sweet
and all thereof.
It brings a smile
of scenic style
a Christmas view
a wintery while.
It helps me see
what’s given free
a song so sweet
I’ve sung happily.
I now remember
within December
a time long ago
a burning ember.
It came as a dance
a snowy romance
a glistening sight
that I saw enhance.
It helped me find
my peace of mind
a wintery tune
of Christmastime.

Ocean’s style of blue
with clouds of time
begin in the sky
as a frame of mind.
Clouded perception
of a stormy day
might be illusions
of life’s display.
Minutes passing
might just be
some clouded views
that only you see.
Storms of troubles
might entertain
all our emotions
of pouring rain.
Our many mishaps
of clouded views
might bring forth
some saddened news.
So find the beauty
in a cloudy sky
and give sadness
a firm goodbye.
Allow for the changes
of a distant array
to be just of clouds
of another day.
Time is a porthole
with daily news
so seek for the good
in clouded views.

A Christmastime
so long ago
I can remember
there was no snow.
It was a moment
I won’t forget
that was all lit up
as a season gazette.
It brought me joy
that wonderful sight
as we drove around
in the dark of night.
I snapped pictures
as fast as I could
as we drove around
each neighborhood.
It was so magical
that time of year
as it gave me joy
and Christmas cheer.
The time came alive
as lights all shined
and gave a glimmer
inside of my mind.
This time and place
is now a memory
that was all lit up
the greatest to see.

Take a load off
now sit a while
and rest your body
that times compile.
Seek for seconds
minutes applied
and sit a while
with God to confide.
Release your hurry
and find some peace
found in a prayer
a moment’s release.
Don’t let worries
to drag you down.
Look for a smile
and lose that frown.
So sit a while
and take a breath
in life and times
find some rest.
Don’t be always
hurrying around
trying to go upwards
or trying to go down.
Let God guide you
as you move along
and then you will get
where you belong.
Learn your lessons
that times compile
and then take time
to sit a while.

Life worth living
is a snow covered day
filled with expressions
of a winter display.
Christmas in the makings
with house in the snow
dreaming of winter
shows wintertime’s flow.
Scented with flavors
of cookies and pie
Christmas becomes as
snowflakes that fly.
Then as the snowflakes
land on the ground
children seen playing
will roll snow around.
Building a snowman
to become a great view
dreaming of winter
is what I now do.
Thinking of the scenes
that come into sight
as the snow billows
what all I delight.
Even in the darkness
of a nighttime moon
the snow comes to life
with a silvery spoon.
It dips down a sight
in nighttime to glimmer
and this is what I see
when dreaming of winter.

At peace with style
is a sight to see
as winter becomes
as so Christmassy.
A peaceful array
of a passing view
a moment in time
of life fresh and new.
Billows of snowfall
upon the ground
and within the trees
it does so astound.
Our eyes might view
what minutes unfold
as a time and place
and story ones told.
A Christmassy day
in a field of white
is a peaceful array
as snowflakes unite.
Bringing forth styles
of a glimmering hue
a time that the mind
sees what is true.
This is a blessing
from Heaven above
a peaceful array
of passion and love.
So when snowflakes
begin their display
take a deep breath
of a peaceful array.

Well, another week has passed and it
looks as though most of the leaves of
autumn have come and gone. Though
there are still a few stragglers hehehe.
Yep, we’ve still got a few trees looking
like autumn, but most have lost their
leaves or faded. LOL I asked Judy this
silly question a minute ago “when does
autumn actually end and she said Dec
20 or thereabouts. Hahaha I said do
you mean that all of those bare trees
are still showing autumn even when
there is snow on them and she said the
end of autumn timing obviously does
not apply for us up here LOL”. Nope,
it’s a tad different than it is in my home
state Texas. Life up here has a bit more
of a wintery feel to it than I can recall
from my growing up days in Texas 🙂
I get excited when I look outside and
see the first snowflakes to fall. Yep,
I feel all giddy with anticipation of the
field of white and going out to play
in the snow, With My Snow Blower 🙂
I have been known to carry my conga
drums out in the snow and do a few
videos even while it’s still snowing.
Though people still say to me, how
come you like the snow and I tell
them I grew up in Dallas and a little
town east of Dallas and snow was
not that common and even if it did
snow, it would most often be gone
in a matter of hours. The ground
was never cold enough to keep it
from melting. Though, there have
been a few times that we got maybe
a foot of snow or so, but not that
often. Up here it’s nothing to get a
foot of snow LOL. We see multiple
feet of snow every year and I love it.
I love it especially for the Christmas
season. It makes it look more like
Christmas. Also snow makes even the
ugliest house or landscape into a piece
of art work and I take tons of pictures
of it and write loads of poetry about
it 🙂 So, there ya go, the reasons
I like snow hehehe. Hopefully that
clears up that question hehehehehe.
My dad always told me I should of
been raised up north being I like the
cold weather a lot more than I do the
heat. So, next topic. Actually it’s
been another slow week. Monday
our grandson went home and then
Tuesday Judy and I went and got
us some burgers at Burger King 🙂
after we did a little bit of shopping
at Walmart. Friday we were having
internet problems and could never
get anyone to pick up at Pioneer
Broadband, so we drove into town
to see what was up. The lady that
was behind the counter said they’re
working on the lines. There had
been a major outage and that she
couldn’t even use her phone. Our
landline was acting up as well, so
that explained it. Anyways, they
got it back up and running in just
a few hours and being our landline
is through them that explains why
our phone was acting up sometimes
a dial tone and sometime static and
sometimes no dial tone at all LOL.
It’s all hunky-dory now 🙂 Yeppers
I am still writing poetry pictures.
I’m over 2 3rds of a way done with
all that I need (160) for book 9 and
then back to formatting LOL. So,
what else has gone on around the
Pearce’s Place? Hmm, not much.
God is still watching over us and
He has angels working full time to
keep an eye on us and protect us.
Thank You God. We praise Your
Name. Now I believe it’s time for
me to begin my little journey back
through all that I’ve written here
to see if I can find me a good word
or phrase that I can use for the title
for today’s brand new poem. So,
it’s away I go to that little place of
my recollection that I always like to
call RECOLLECT VILLE. I think
I found a fairly decent title about
3 quarters of the way back and now
after checking I see that it has not
been used as of yet, so used it shall
be. Here goes…

Anticipation

Viewing our wantings
and unleashing hope
time starts a journey
down a slippery slope.
For anticipation
is often found seen
with what we’re wanting
as just but a dream.
Life has a way of
becoming a mess
when anticipating
the best of the best.
Leave room for changes
in your hopeful mind
and maybe just maybe
some good will unwind.
Allow for the blessings
of God from above
to fill your anticipation
with brotherly love.
Be thankful for things
no matter the day
while not anticipating
a dreamers array.
For anticipation
can become as a frown
as things anticipated
can just bring you down.

There ya go. I hope you liked and
maybe even understood the poem 🙂
Also I hope you enjoyed all of my
rambling or a little of it hehehehehe.
Today has been fairly nice with 45 F
as the high and bright and sunny.
We’re holding off on turning on our
heat. I’m trying to conserve. So
far, our computers and monitors
keep it nice and warm in here where
we are now, I have turned on the
bedroom radiator heater time to
time for a few hours, but I don’t
leave it on. I just use it to take
a chill off of the 30 degree nights.
I do all that because I’m trying to
get as much money on our tab
at the oil company as possible so
that they can deliver hopefully
enough to fill our tank or nearly
fill it. If we order less than 100
gallons it will cost 30 dollars to
deliver. So, now just maybe, you
understand LOL. We do have 3
radiator heaters as well as a surge
force heater that my mom bought
us when we moved up, so we aren’t
gonna freeze unless the electricity
goes out and then they usually on
a power outage have it back up
and running in a matter of hours.
So, now I believe it’s time for me
to be telling you what I tell you
every week and that is, I wrote
some more poems and haiku 🙂
Yep, 10 more poems with 1 extra
and there are 2 Christmas poems
in the mix. I also once again wrote
22 haiku for all of the haiku lovers
out there. I hope you can find 1
or 2 of either or both that you
like. Now I believe it’s time for
me to begin my search for that lil
ornery hardly elusive off switch,
but not before I wish you a most
wonderful and blessings filled week.
Remember, Jesus loves you and
we do too. Now, where can that
ornery critter be hiding this week?
LOL How in the heck did you get
in my aspirin bottle? It would of
been a great place to hide being
all jumbled up mixed with the pills,
but ya sort of got yourself trapped
huh hehehe. I’ll let ya out you silly.
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzz.

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+1 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Snow Covered Pond

While time passed by
and continued on
I seemed to notice
a snow covered pond.
It laid their in wait
of more time to come
scented with flavors
of wintertime’s sun.
It knew that real soon
the snow would leave
to begin yet another
season to perceive.
A snow covered pond
still remembers the day
Christmastime came
with children at play.
All of those memories
still live deep within
this snow covered pond
of timeless transcend.
I still think about it
this pond of such style
that gave a meaning
to a Christmassy smile.
It brought me joyful
that seems to live on
found within timeless
this snow covered pond.

Waves that roll
on a distant shore
bring alive thoughts
of times long before.
Times remembered,
times that’s passed
summertime scenes
of a shadows cast.
Summer’s revisit
is a time long ago
a place I remember
that we used to go.
The morning’s began
with a little stroll
a walk on the beach
watching life unfold.
We took pictures
of the rolling waves
that’s now a memoir
of summertime days.
Scented with salt air
in a summer’s breeze
we began searching
more sights to seize.
While strolling along
we found great things
as timeless portions
of wonderful scenes.
Yes summer’s revisit
of a moments detail
brings alive seasons
as a wishing well.

With pumpkins orange
and ghost of white
Allhallows Eve
becomes such a sight.
Becoming scenes
as timeless tales
with ageless doorways
it never fails.
Allhallows Eve
becomes a mere story
in the dark of night
a time so gory.
It’s words are alive
as many compete
with children dressed up
to go trick or treat.
Seeking for candy
or what the night gives
as Allhallows Eve
for what the night is.
Searching for witches
in the nighttime moon
or kids all dressed up
as a beast or a goon.
That time of year
becomes as a dream
as Allhallows Eve
displays such a scene.
A magical moment
of a time and place
where children dress up
with a gruesome face
But it’s just for fun
as the children receive
candy from each door
on Allhallows Eve.

Autumn’s journeys
tracks of time
give the colors
wished to find.
Trekking through
while time bestows
tracks of life
the moment grows.
Seeming scented
as life moves on
when trekking tracks
in autumn’s dawn.
Found are minutes
trekking through
while walking slowly
to see each view.
A train might pass
or leave it’s gaze
for ones to enjoy
on future days.
Yet now I find I’m
snapping frames
photos taken
as time attains.
Seeking for sights
of autumn’s facts
while I was walking
trekking tracks.

An autumn sight
a timid view
becomes a time
so fresh and new.
The stages change
as colors gleam
when in autumn
sights are seen.
Changing phase
from green to gold
the season shows
how times unfold.
I find blessings
in colors hue
that become my
dreams come true.
So I take pictures
of all I see
as colors become
my history.
Times to remember
are then in sight
in photographs
of seasons light.
Like a memory
of distant days
I then remember
changing phase.

Magical places
become a view
in certain scenes
of waters blue.
Liquefied times
of a watery phase
can become one
a sight to gaze.
Fluid dreams
of pouring life
can be the cure
of timeless strife.
Allowing a stream
or river to flow
to unleash peace
wherever you go.
Fluid passion
can be as one
flowing as water
in seasons sun.
Look above you
and pray to God
while not seeking
your own applaud.
Allow the stream
or river of time
to become alive
within your mind.
Our time on Earth
has many themes
that can become
our fluid dreams.

Heaven’s blessings
timeless true
might be clouds
in skies of blue.
Thought provoking
things we find
might have in them
change of mind.
You might only see
a time and place
as a cloudy sky
with Hells embrace,
but your eyes
might only view
what all that many
show to you.
For a cloudy sky
may hold some rain
to wash away
your daily pain
and leave you with
some bales of hay
to bring strength
from day to day.
Love and laughter
might become
a cloudy sky
with shining sun.
Not letting goodness
to run dry,
but rainbows joy
in a cloudy sky.

A snow filled road
that leads to town
becomes a scene
to spread around.
A Christmas journey
becomes a quest
as time displays
that winter zest.
Hidden within it
is a time to trod
a path to Christmas
given from God.
It’s white as Heaven
and fresh and free
filled with blessings
for you and me.
A snow filled road
to bring and send
a timeless life
to then transcend.
A Christmas journey
becomes a style
a scented scene
to give us a smile.
We then imagine
dear Santa in sight
following the road
his Christmas flight.
While he displays
his quick little grin
this road of time
that’s hidden within.

Seascape scenes
of life and times
live on forever
in dreamers minds.
So many segments
of my memories
live on forever
a breath to breathe.
Life of a memoir
a time written down
displays the ocean
in sight and sound.
Time is a vessel
that sails to and fro
found as forever
how memories grow.
So many wantings
come alive within
as I dream of places
that I have been.
Upon the seashore
my sight looked upon
as ships sailed by
in the early dawn.
It was a special time
for my wife and I
as we enjoyed
the true blue sky.
We held hands tightly
at the sight of this
moment of splendor
and forever bliss.

Within an emotion
of seasonal green
time may enlighten
a wonderful dream.
Yellow of sunlight
might then appear
as black eyed Susans
of life’s yesteryear.
Time in collusion
of scenic romance
can become vines
a rhythmic dance.
Scented of summer
as colors become
a dream state scene
the color of sun.
Black eyed Susans
appear as a style
textured with leaves
as a timeless smile.
The life of a flower
of a scenic design
can become flavors
for eyesight to dine.
Tasting the morsels
as yellowish leaves
painted by God then
the magic He weaves.
Allow for a moment
a dream state mind
to blossom with love
a wonderful find.

Sometimes pleasures
become hid away
inside of our minds
a reflected array.
The smallest of sorts
can become great
as its reflections
so timeless await.
Smallest reflections
can show the most
making the others
white as a ghost.
A pond of so small
can reflect its mind
all that encompasses
for ones to find.
Places we uncover
with footsteps made
can be the smallest
but greatest to wade.
Look for the beauty
in smallest of ponds
smallest reflections
as greatest of songs.
Sung of the season
trickles in view
smallest reflections
that come unto you.
Open your eyes up
and see what’s there
smallest reflections
answers to prayer.

I hope you’ve had a nice weekend and
the passed week was not to busy for ya.
Judy and I enjoyed our anniversary. Of
course we didn’t do it on Oct 2nd due
to it being rainy looking and all, but
we did go Oct 3rd last Wednesday. We
took an autumn picture taking drive
and we took a ton of pictures. Then we
went to the Governor’s Restaurant in
Presque Isle like we do almost every
year. My mom sent us some money
to help us celebrate our anniversary
as well as Judy’s birthday on Nov 6.
Thank you mom. We love you tons.
So we had a good time. Also the dog
gate that Judy ordered came and we
set it up to keep the boys out of the
living room. The gate has a gate door
in it that we can open to walk through
so we don’t have to step over it. We
love it. I also got the same day, the
Christmas lights that I ordered when
our old ones quit working. Judy and
I put them on our Christmas trees,
one in the living room and one on the
porch. The living room looks a lot
better since we reorganized it. Our
youngest grandson came yesterday
to spend a couple of days with us 🙂
Judy had hair night last night at her
daughter’s house (Christian’s mom)
Judy’s sisters and her daughters all
dyed their hair and it seems Christian
got in the middle of it too. Anyways,
he came home with Judy. I fixed us
all pancakes, eggs and sausage for
breakfast. I made enough that we
can have them again tomorrow, so
I don’t have to cook again LOL.
I’m going to try and make this short
so that I can spend time with our
grandson. The temperature at the
moment is 47 F degrees at 3:30 PM.
The high for today is supposed to be
53 F, but I don’t think it’s going to
make it LOL. LOL it also looks as
though my weather program is a
tad off saying it’s CLEAR, when
blue sky is nowhere in sight LOL.
Oh well, the weather guys are just
guessing which gives reason for the
term FORECAST hehehe. It’s just
a prediction. It’s not written in stone.
So, what else is there to tell ya that
I haven’t already told ya? Well it
seems that there is another person
interested in becoming our neighbor.
He came when I was cooking and
I had to holler just a minute. He
asked about the owner renting and
I told him he’s down the road the
first house on the right. Anyways,
we shall see what happens hehehe.
We’ve most surely gone through the
neighbors. As it sits we’re Calvin’s
longest renters, being we’ve been
here for almost 11 years. It will be
11 years December 1st. We like it
out here. The boys can run free
and where we live we don’t worry
about them getting in the road 🙂
There’s a big field in front of our
house that they can play in. They
love it when Judy and I go out
with them 🙂 They know they’re
not allowed to go way out in the
field without one of us. They’ll
only go so far and stop if we’re
not with them. Anyways, that’s
about all I can think of to tell ya
right now. God has been good to
us. He’s made sure that we are
taken care of. Of course we do
have a few problems, but without
problems there is no growth. It’s
the struggles in our life that make
us stronger. Thank You God for
all of the blessings You’ve put in
our life and all that we know that
You will. Now I believe it’s time
for me to begin my journey back
through all that I’ve written here,
to see if I can find a good word
or phrase that I can use for the
title for today’s brand new poem.
So, it’s away I go, to that place
of my recollection that I always
like to call RECOLLECT VILLE.
Hmm I think I spotted a fairly
decent title just a few lines back.
I’ve used a similar title, but not
the same, so here goes…

The Struggles

Many problems
help us grow
giving lessons
we should know.
For the struggles
now and then
bring us blessings
to begin.
Time’s a venture
doors to swing
as the struggles
are then seen.
Yet we so often
only view
all the problems
found so blue.
Look for lessons
through the pages
in the struggles
through our ages.
Try your best
to understand
that the struggles
help us stand.
For if no one
struggled through,
life would have no
good to view.
Being the struggles
help us to see
the good from bad
of you and me.

There ya go 🙂 I hope you enjoyed my
poem and maybe even understood it.
Also I hope you enjoyed my rambling.
Hopefully I made you smile. Well, I
didn’t make this as short and sweet as
I thought I would LOL. It seems that
my old rambling mind kicks in gear
and there almost no stopping it LOL.
Oh yea, one of my friends Sara asked
me to put in a prayer for her mom,
so send prayers to my friend Sara W
and her mom. Thank you. I think
that’s all there is to say other than
what I tell you every week and that is
I wrote some more poems and haiku.
I wrote 10 more poems and 4 of them
are Christmas poems HoHoHo hehehe.
I also wrote 22 more haiku for all of
the haiku lovers out there. I hope
you can find 1 or 2 of either or both
that you like. Now I do believe it is
time for me to begin my search for
that hardly elusive off switch, but
not before I wish you a wonderful
weekend or whatever’s left of it and
a blessings filled week. Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too. Now,
where can that ornery off switch be
trying to hide this week? Hmmmm,
LOL 🙂 hiding behind my Ventolin
respirator again huh hehehehehehe.
Will you ever learn. Hiding behind
something that small is a guarantee
that you’ll be seen. I use it time to
time ya know. Better luck next week.
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzz.

Beneath the sky
of an autumn day
my eyes perceived
a wondrous display.
Colors becoming
a sight then to see
in early autumn
each distant tree.
The leaves slowly
beginning to change
becoming colors
for times to attain.
The autumn air
an awesome breath
then comes alive
as times conquest.
Yet early autumn
is just but a few
of leaves to change
their daily hue.
Scenes come alive
as time procures
tempting the eyes
as daily lures.
Yes early autumn
is time well spent
that’s not of cash
but Heaven sent.
It is a wonderful
time thereunto
when early autumn
brings more to view.

With every wave
that comes ashore
our lives may find
a little bit more.
Scenic wonders
of a time or place
might come in view
with a little taste.
Distant memories
and distant seas
may find your eyes
as lock and keys.
Holding tightly
to a ocean scene
or maybe a time
found in between.
Life has emotion
as it exposes truth
things remembered
from your youth.
Searching time
might find a way
to discover signs
of another day.
A day of blessings
or a day of fear
that is remembered
of another year.
Passing minutes
become as a rhyme
maybe as an ocean
searching time.

Life for a moment
might seem to be
as a duck in snow
found so wintery.
We might perceive
it a Christmas theme
a time anticipated,
a wonderful dream.
For anticipation
puts forth a style
as ducks of winter
just waiting a while.
Thinking of Santa
his journey through
while anticipating
what he’ll bring you.
The moment begins
as a passing thought
a time that portrays
a mallard’s flock.
It might bring to life
a time in your mind
as a wintery theme
of Christmastime.
For anticipating
can bring in sight
a wonderful moment
of Santa in flight.
Yet as your looking
anticipating scenes
your own perception
might only be dreams.

On a snowy day
with scenes of white
time starts moving
left ways and right.
The clock’s ticking
repeating a sound
found as memories
that just go around.
I’m standing waiting
for time to arrive
a Christmassy scene
to tickle my eyes.
Making me laugh
with a jolly smile
standing waiting
for a little while.
Time is a footstep
that comes in view
as we remember,
but a little off cue.
Yet as our emotions
are then so elating
the blessings arrive
when standing waiting.

Some distant scenes
come into play
times surmounting
day to day.
Words as snowflakes
create each view
a textured moment
shining through.
Some distant hills
reach to the sky
seeking doorways
mountain high.
A Christmas theme
of life and times
becomes a thresholds
scenic signs.
Among the passage
time begins
seeking shelter
winter’s winds.
But yet the vision
times record
are as blessings
from The Lord.
A scene of wonder
a scene of bliss
a scene of Christmas
a timeless kiss.
This is my memory
I cannot deny
a time of Christmas
winter’s sky.

A mound of snow
in timeless days
begins a venture
in its ways.
With epic dreams
of scenes so sweet
seeming painted
times complete.
There might be
a glance or two
of a puppy dog
an epic view.
With winter’s style
and life complete
he runs about
with tiny feet.
Making pathways
in the snow
as he’s running
to and fro.
He may look back
at you that day
and then proceed
to run and play.
A Christmas sight
that came alive
while he awaited
for it to arrive.
This is a moment
of wonderful scenes
that gives to me
my epic dreams.

Waters of emotion
pour like gold
in scenic places
times have told.
Life as splendor
from far away
becomes as a scene
a wonderful way.
Splendorous places
of times we find
unload a pathway
within the mind.
Take in the essence
breathe in the hue
a peaceful moment
that comes in view.
Allow the minutes
to just drift away
becoming peaceful
a wondrous array.
The pain of life
and your suffering
might fade away
in a rushing stream.
Then as the trees
of timeless detail
become as a dream
of a wishing well,
look for the sights
with smiling faces
found then within
splendorous places.

Countrified living
brings into view
scenes oh so blissful
as sounds of a coo.
Life is a display
that so many see
as that of a moment
so happy and free.
Sequential bliss
of a page out of time
brings forth a scene
sequentially a rhyme.
Brushstrokes of life
in an epic affair
display the minutes
as answers to prayer.
Scenic with passion
pours out like gold
as sequential bliss
that moments unfold.
An old wagon wheel
might be the design
that’s laid in a field
as reflections of time.
Pictures worth taking
to remember so well
bring alive blissful
as a story to tell.
A time’s recollection
a seasonal kiss
awakens perception
of sequential bliss.

A bridge of style
of time and place
now sits a while
with trodden face.
It holds within it
a distant view
what many forget
of old and new.
It opens real wide
a covered bridge
with words inside
above a ridge.
I walked within
and saw it’s past
that came to end
as shadows cast.
Time’s perception
brought my sight
a mere connection
of seasons light.
It was that of art
a painting of time
a time to impart
a wondrous design.
My eyes could see
it’s weathered ways
that makes history
great to gaze.
I saw this scene
as Heaven sent
it seemed a dream
and time well spent.

Just like a bird
upon a limb
life gives way
for now and then.
Minutes gather
perceptions view
as each moment
changes hue.
Moment’s release
is given style
a choice to seek
a second’s smile.
For the hours
of the days
become minutes
gathered gaze.
We might see
a bird in flight
to land and rest
within our sight.
That might be
a moment’s prayer
upon a limb
in evenings air.
To me it shows
moment’s release.
God displaying
a way of peace.

It’s just me here at the house right now.
Judy has gone to celebrate her sister’s
grandsons birthday at the bowling alley
in Caribou Maine about 45 miles north
of here. She’ll be home later on today.
It’s just me and the little boys hanging
out together now. Of course they’re in
the bedroom and lying on our bed LOL.
For those that are new to this, our boys
are our 2 dogs Benny and Rocky. Yes
we talk about them as if they were our
real boys hehehe. The Pearce’s Place
has been running in slow mo these last
few weeks LOL. Judy and I haven’t
done much, although we are making
plans for when we get paid to celebrate
our 17 year wedding anniversary which
is Tuesday Oct 2 🙂 But of course right
now we are out of funds so we’ll have
to wait till we get paid to consider what
to do to celebrate. No matter, as long
as we’re together, that’s all that matters.
It’s beginning to look more and more
like autumn outside and feel like it too.
Yep, the weather has been on the cool
side lately, but then I prefer it on the
cool side rather than the sweaty heat.
Of course it doesn’t get as hot up here
as it does down Texas ways. I got to
thinking the other day that I hadn’t
taken any pictures lately, so Friday
morning I took the car while Judy was
asleep and went on a photograph hunt.
I’d park the car ever so often when I
saw something or some place that I
thought looked good and headed out
walking. I got quite a few great shots
and many of them I’ll be able to use
for my poetry pictures 🙂 Yes, I am
still writing poetry pictures. I’m over
halfway done writing for book 9 now.
I’ve written 102 poetry pictures and
now only 58 to go and off to publish.
Yep, I write a lot. It along with my
photography keeps me out of trouble 🙂
A person with an over active mindset
can be dangerous LOL especially when
he has a crazy sense of humor hehehe.
Ask Judy, she’ll tell ya. I’m a regular
comedian in the house especially when
I get tired hahaha. Judy’s gotten used
to it 🙂 She’s still as of yet not figured
out how I can sit down at my desk and
write a poem in a matter of minutes 🙂
For that matter, I too have no clue.
I just do it. I guess it’s a gift from God.
It’s a gift that I got when I was in my
much younger years. I was around 7
or 8 years old when poetry began its
life within my mind, but it was much
later in life that I figured out what to
do with it. Before then I was just
writing what was bothering me at the
moment or something that had been
on my mind for a while. Now I can
look at a photo and find a poem that
is waiting to be written. Anyways,
what else has happened around this
place? Hmm good question. Judy
and I cleaned our carpets pretty good
using her sister’s carpet cleaner. They
look a whole lot better now. I think
we might be buying a carpet cleaner
or a steam cleaner one day when we
have a little money to do so. Until
then, we’ll borrow Trudes from time
to time. I see that Judy’s been posting
pictures on Facebook of the little boys
birthday at the bowling alley LOL…
Life up here in Maine is not as bad
as many southerners think. From my
view up here knowing how it is in down
in Texas being I was born and raised
there, I can tell you, I do not miss the
super hot summers that caused me to
have many strokes and the loss of my
left eye. Nope, I cannot handle that
much heat. Anything near 80 F degrees
is too hot for me and thank God we
don’t have many days with that much
heat and when we do, I hole up in here
near the air conditioner hehehe. Yep,
this is where I should be. God put me
up here, for He connected the dots of
life that put Judy and I together from
over 2100 miles away. God is always
with us watching over us. We’ve also
many angels looking over us, for there
are times I can sense them. Thank You
God for all that You do for us and all
You’ve done for us and will do. Now I
believe it’s time for me to be taking my
little venture back through all that I’ve
written here to see if I can find a good
word or phrase that I can use for the
title for today’s brand new poem. So
it’s away I go to that little place of my
recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE. I think I found
a decent title just about half way back
in my rambling and after checking, I
see that it hasn’t been used as of yet
but used it shall be today, so now to
see if I can do anything with it 🙂
Here goes…

Waiting To Be Written

Words of a moment
might come into play
waiting to be written
with something to say.
Yet many times though
the words might appear
to be as a memory
of a distant yesteryear.
We might often display
a time’s broken heart
as words within a story
that’s now a work of art.
It may become a scene
as blessings in disguise
waiting to be written
in a dreamers own eyes.
Then as it develops
this God given view
the moment with words
writes something anew.
Time is but a doorway
that opens then again
waiting to be written
as our thoughts enter in.
Telling a moment’s story
of a time or a place
painted with the mind
of a scene or a taste.
Allow your eyes to see
beyond all that’s there
and let your imagination
to take you everywhere.
A God given journey
to find a time or two
waiting to be written
of what that lives in you.
It might surely exist
as a mere breath of time
waiting to be written
of a wondrous design.

There ya go. It might make no sense to
you, but oh well. Maybe a few of you
will understand it. It’s not that complex.
I hope you enjoyed my rambling and
all 🙂 I guess my mind is busy thinking
of stuff that would matter not to you 🙂
I am getting ready everyday for winter
to make its showing. I can’t wait for
the first sight of snowflakes LOL. Yes
I know, you think I’m strange hehehe.
Oh well, that’s how God made me 🙂
I guess it’s time for me to be telling you
what I tell you every week and that is,
I wrote some more poems and haiku.
Yep, 10 more poems, but 3 of them are
Christmas poems. Oh yea there is 1
extra poem I wrote for my daughter’s
birthday yesterday. I also wrote 22
haiku for all of the haiku lovers out
there. I hope you can find 1 or 2 of
either or both that you like. Now I do
believe it’s time to begin my search for
that hardly elusive off switch, but not
before I wish you a fabulous weekend,
or whatever’s left of it and a blessings
filled week. Remember, Jesus loves
you and we do too. Now, where can
that ornery off switch be trying to hide
this time? Hmm, I see my camera
strap sort of swaying when it shouldn’t
be LOL. Oh there ya are ya little brat.
Did you have an oopsy moment????
Trying to hide behind my camera but
ya slipped and fell and now you’re
hanging on to the strap just a swinging.
LOL Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzz.

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+1 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Throughout Our Lives

Links to perception
are as times dusty trails
connected as a chain
in so many details.
Throughout our lives
we might see some days
connections perceptions
a bit out of phase.
Life is as a doorway
to a fisherman’s heart
scented times survival
an ocean’s work of art.
Trials of the waves
that the days supersede
bring forth more artwork
to be planted as a seed.
Throughout our lives
our wishes might become
the sight of an ocean
or a bright morning sun.
Looking through windows
of our lifestyles parade
we might see a portion
of life’s lemonade.
Painted with the fingers
of God’s holy hand
on throughout our lives
many places so grand.
Time’s always ticking
with clouds passing by
as a fisherman’s story
on throughout our lives.

Seasons stories
start to tell
life and times
a wishing well.
Scenes become
a Christmas sight
a winter cabin
snow of white.
Within the walls
you might hear
someone singing
Christmas cheer.
Season’s memoir
finds a place
written clearly
a smiling face.
A winter cabin
wood design
shares the sight of
Christmastime.
But this might be
just a dream
a winter cabin
all agleam.
For as minutes
pass you by
the scene you see
shows Adonai.
The look of God
found thereunto
a winter cabin
Christmas view.

A snow filled journey
on a winter white day
displays such a pattern
in a wonderful way.
A Christmas arrival
with a passionate kiss
is an awaited arrival
on my Christmas list.
For as all the minutes
and hours pass by
they leave me wanting
the seconds to fly.
Within my minds eye
were Christmassy bells
of old Santa’s sleigh
in the greatest details.
Hovering high above
my wife as she drove
home for the season
as a red Christmas rose.
The car all glistened
with ice all aglow
as she drove home in
Christmas white snow.
I stood in the road
and waited with a smile
as she drove homeward
that very last mile.
She drove up to me
standing all alone
and I climbed in then
when coming home.

Beneath a scene
of waters ways
there might be
some other days.
A time to thrive,
a time to sleep,
a time to find
a new heartbeat.
Time’s exposed
as gazes afar
when we search
each shining star.
We might see
a fin of style
a dolphins scene
to give a smile.
We may even see
a timeless day
that only shows
how seconds sway.
Within the waves
of life’s desires
we might be seen
as wanted fires.
Burning churning
above each scene
time’s exposed
as a submarine.
We might be fins
with life enclosed
floating on through
as time’s exposed.

Waves of days
we step on through
might become
a sea of blue.
But yet the waves
that are incomplete
might one day
be at our feet.
Waiting for chances
to strive again
while we’re stepping
in the wind.
Seasons gestures
become a stance
a time and place
for hearts romance.
For as we step
from time to time
our eye’s might see
a moment’s mind.
Not seeing truthful
of the waves
we might be blinded
of the days.
So watch your step
within the flow
for beneath the waves
you might not know
Allow the moments
to find your path
stepping lightly
not too fast.

Each passage we see
might fall from our eyes
as a time and a place
that we don’t memorize.
But then and again
we might surely see
the signs of the times
that live in you and me.
Snowflakes falling
as a Christmastime hue
scented with laughter
from children in view.
A scene you remember
a scene you recall
a scene within winter
as the snowflakes fall.
The minutes become as
a doorway to see
to become as a part
of our own history.
For I can remember
those days oh so clear
the then and again
of a past yesteryear.
They are as echoes
of a Christmas delight
textured as heartbeats
that fell out of sight.
But they’re remembered
a Christmas back when
seen as a doorway of
then and again.

A bridge of life
becomes as time
a place of love
from God Divine.
As life begins
to journey through
a place of love
is then in view.
It might be seen
as just a time
a bridge of life
within your mind.
Yet the journey
is what we need
to continue on
to plant the seed.
The seed of life
in Heaven’s ways
a place of love
comes into phase.
For as we strive
to walk across
we will find
there’s not a loss,
but only find
a place of gain
a place of love
with Hells abstain.
So when your time
comes unto be
a place of love
will set you free.

Cloudy skies
with a little blue
can give our eyes
a wondrous view.
Sudden sights
become a glance
as hills begin
a sight’s romance.
With each scene
that times expose
the sudden sights
can be arose.
Brought to life
as a breath of air
sudden sights
so debonair.
Magical moments
come in view
to show and flow
a sight anew.
For as the pages
of life’s design
the sudden sights
fill up the mind.
Scenic mysteries
become a day
as the minutes
slip away.
Time is essence
days and nights
showing many
sudden sights.

Midmorning’s gaze
can become found
a time and place
to look around.
Amidst of a moment
a time come true
a dreaming place
can come in view.
It could be a pond
or a tree line’s phase
that displays to you
a time to gaze.
Such as discoveries
your eyes perceive
as a dreaming place
within mornings eve.
The day brings life
into such a scene
found as so magical
it must be a dream.
Seen as a vision
a time within view
this dreaming place
gives life to you.
It might be regarded
as a point in time
within a dreamworld
that you wish to find.
So look within you
for a smiling face
found in the magic
of a dreaming place.

Upon the beach
of time’s romance
I saw the sky
do a little dance.
The sun is seen
through the gray
the clouds above
a summer’s day.
It peeked through
to say hello
with waves of life
and how they flow.
I stood a while
to search beyond
to find the sight
of then and gone.
It was as waves
that rolled on in
to say hello
and roll out again.
It brought the sky
alive with grace
and put a smile
upon my face.
This memory
of a timeless stage
lives and breathes
from age to age.
It was a time
with an ocean blue
I saw the sun as
it peeked through.

She’s my blossom
my child so true
giving the breath
as an awesome view.
I can remember
when she was small
looking up at me
thinking me so tall.
Time went running
leaving me to find
her growing up
turning thirty nine.
Yes my little girl
has a child her own
now that is surely
almost full grown.
I miss you Jamye
and I send our love
from Judy and I
and God up above.

This passed week has been slower than
usual. We had a week with neither us
with doctor visits LOL and the days we
went to town it was raining and or just a
bit too cloudy to get good pictures from
a moving vehicle LOL. I do have some
good news. Judy and will be celebrating
our 17th year wedding anniversary Oct
2, Tuesday after next, although we may
have to postpone celebrating until we
get our Social Security :). We’re kind of
strapped for cash now LOL, but all is
well. It doesn’t seem like 17 years has
passed. We have experienced so many
things together that we may of never
experienced alone. She saw the ocean
and dolphins and I saw a ton of snow 🙂
Yes we’ve seen a whole lot more than
that together, but no sense in rattling
about that LOL. Wintertime is already
knocking loudly on our door. It was
around 30 F degrees this morning and
it’s supposed to be a low of 29 Monday
morning, Anyways, we’re enjoying a
little reprieve from the warm weather.
I can’t sleep when it’s near or above
80 F degrees. Plus when the humidity
gets up, it makes it hard to sleep and
that rarely happens in cold weather 🙂
So, what else is going on around this
place? Hmm, well to be honest, not
much. We rearranged our living room
and I think it looks a lot better now.
Judy used her sister’s carpet cleaner
and worked on the living room and our
bedroom. The carpets were overdue
a cleaning that a vacuum cleaner just
doesn’t do. Anyways, for those of
you getting the stationery version of
my journal, I put 3 pictures of our
living room LOL. There are very few
pictures in this weeks stationery due
to the weather and all, but I’m sure
that will change. Especially when the
fall colors start appearing 🙂 and that
shouldn’t be far off. Right now at
5:30 PM it’s 52 F degrees. Not too
bad 🙂 LOL I keep looking outside
searching for snowflakes. I do love
snow ya know hehehe. I don’t know
why so many hate the snow. It’s so
pretty as it makes artwork out of so
many things that otherwise would
look rather boring. Yep, I love the
snow. LOL believe it or not I love
to go out and play in it. Many times
I’ll take the boys outside and throw
snowballs for them to chase and TRY
to catch. The only part about snow
that I don’t like is when it melts and
becomes slush and then refreezes to
become a nightmare of ice. That’s
when I am ready for it to end hehehe.
Though so often it will snow again
and make it beautiful again and that
puts a big smile on my face. I think
one of the reasons I don’t mind the
snow too much is because we’ve got
a good battery powered snow blower
and snow shovel that do most of the
work. Also our landlord does it or
has someone to plow our driveway for
us. Living up here isn’t everybody’s
cup of java or tea LOL. Most surely
we’ve been blessed. Thankfully Judy
and I have each other and these 2 lil
boys of ours to keep our hearts alive.
God is always watching over us as
well as his many angels that He’s sent
to protect us. Yes we have our fair
share of problems, but together with
God we survive. I reckon it’s time for
me to begin my quest back through
all that I’ve written here to see if I
can find a good word or phrase that
will work for the title for today’s
brand new poem. So it’s away I go
to that little place of my recollection
that I always like to call RECOLLECT
VILLE. I think I have found me a
decent title less than a third of a way
back through my rambling. Now,
to see if I can do anything with it 🙂
Here goes…

Beautiful Again

When times of torment
have done their best
to wear on your nerves
to make you feel less.
Look for the moments
that time passes by
and sort through scenes
find reasons and why.
Then as you’re looking
find the best days
that you can remember
the best then to gaze.
Find your reflection
in scenes that you see
and then look closer
let them once again be.
Become beautiful again
as you saw of a time
and make that your view
that’s seen in your mind.
Don’t allow others to
tell you what’s true
if they only know
what all that they view.
For we’re all different
and not all a ten,
but yet to another
we’re beautiful again.

There ya go. I felt the need to write
of that nature. I have a friend that
ones have been insulting her because
she is over weight, but she has lost
450 pounds and at least she is trying.
To me she is a beautiful soul. She
has a pretty smile. She has a lot of
weight yet to lose, but she is doing
it. Some people can be so cruel. We
each have our different looks about
us and to one person they might not
be attracted, but to another find love.
What I am trying to say is, don’t be
so quick to judge, for what’s on the
outside might not concur with what
that’s within. So now I guess it’s time
for me to tell you what I tell you every
week and that is, I wrote some more
poems and haiku. Yeppers, 10 more
poems and 3 of them are Christmas
poems. I also wrote once again 22
haiku for all of the haiku lovers out
there. I hope you can find 1 or 2 of
either or both that you like. Now I
think it’s time for me to begin my
search for that hardly elusive off
switch, but not before I wish you a
wonderful weekend or whatever is
left of it and a truly blessings filled
week. Remember, Jesus loves you
and we do too. Ok, so where are
ya hiding at this week ya ornery lil
thing? Hmm, do my eyes deceive
me or am I seeing my orange juice
glass tipping just a tad? Yep. there
ya are. LOL you were thirsty and
were trying to get a drink! You’re
an on off switch for crying out loud.
You don’t drink hehehehehehehe.
Ok maybe a sip, but that’s all 🙂
Gotcha, see ya CLICK hehehehe.

One day in time
my eyes did see
a painted bird
so wishfully.
It sought to fly
in canvass white
fluttered feathers
day and night.
Yet it’s found
a painted view
on a canvass
without blue.
No sky above
a painted scene,
it only sees but
leaves of green,
with some brown
as trees of paint
this bird seems
a little faint.
It only wants
to fly away
this painted bird
to a brighter day.
But for now
its life’s inferred
showing only
a painted bird.

Through our eyes
we might perceive
a place in time
ones don’t believe.
It might display
a wonderful view
essence of life
that’s just for you.
You may be alone
in your vision quest
eyesight’s escape
from east to west.
God given sights
might come alive
and display scenes
just for your eyes.
Your description
might help ones see
eyesight’s escape
that God gave free.
It might become
the greatest sight
to see by day
and also by night.
Allow your eyes
to become a voice
as ones look close
to see you rejoice.
Then your view
of a size or shape
can live with them
an eyesight’s escape.

A summer’s sky
of clouds designs
forms a phrase
for many minds.
Seen as dancers
clouds unite
just like smoke
that times invite.
A true blue sky
displays its soul
with the clouds
that then unfold.
Dancing prancing
here and there
just like smoke
in a puff of air.
God given scenes
that float on by
follow a breeze
in a true blue sky.
They may become
a darkened tint
filled with rain
in times extent.
Changing always
their daily goal
in their journeys
how they blow.
So look and see
the whitish cloak
God’s own beauty
just like smoke.

Seasonal passages
become as a glow
scented of Christmas
white as the snow.
Time’s but a page
of a story book
tempting the eyes
for another look.
Snow filled scenes
displayed so true
found in a portion
a Christmas view.
Many stay inside
while keeping warm
not seeing Christmas
its wonderful charm.
The epic adventures
that become alive
snow filled scenes
sweets for the eyes.
Snowflakes gather
to become a sight
while falling down
daylight and night.
Then as if magic
the season appears
found in snowflakes
my heart endears.
I think of Christmas
and snow filled scenes
as they come alive
deep in my dreams.

Those wintry days
and snow of white
display a phase
of times delight.
On a little drive
to town one day
sights came alive
in a magical way.
A snow filled road
became a scene
a time bestowed
just like a dream.
It looked so great
a Christmas sight
this time and date
amidst daylight.
The minutes found
a heartbeat’s way
all there around
a Christmas day.
Yet it’s the past
as future bestows
what all that lasts
in winter’s snow.
Scenes of wonder
scenes of bliss
displayed asunder
a moment’s kiss.
This is a moment
that minutes found
as a memory
driving to town.

So many act
and are not true
what they say
and what they do.
So many hide
behind a mask
to then portray
another task.
Hiding behind
a made up world
created by
what lies unfurled.
Different textures
different days
becomes ones
another phase.
A life’s portrayal
might succumb
to the act
of a liars drum,
but the truth
will be revealed
behind a mask
what time concealed.
So don’t allow
your daily task
to hide away
behind a mask.

Through the doors
of memories
comes the sight of
times at ease.
Watching the days
passing by
found beneath a
northern sky.
The days and weeks
become the past
as time creates
our shadows cast.
With just a phase
of then and there
it passes by
as a breath of air.
A breathed emotion
time set free
to become a part
of history.
A moment’s recalled
upon some logs
my wife and I
with our two dogs.
We watched the days
as oceans seas
with grass of green
and nearby trees.
What we remember
of different dates
shows that of God
how time creates.

Life’s a magical
change that becomes
seasonal doorways
times beating drums.
With winter’s snow
comes seasonal style
textures of snowflakes
that form as a smile.
Christmas so joyful
becomes as a way
scented with flavors
of day after day.
There may be a sight
of dogs in the snow
watching and waiting
with hearts all aglow.
With winds of winter
Christmastime too
the season of wonder
is clearly in view.
I head out blissfully
to join in the fun
tossing some snowballs
to watch our dogs run.
It’s a Christmassy day
of a wonderful while
time frames displaying
as snowflakes compile.
Yes it’s but a day
of a timeless degree
a season of wonder
so happy and free.

Hills in the distance,
rivers that will flow
display the quality
a charismatic show.
Scenes telling stories
of seasonal delight
can become memoirs
a past shining light.
We so often pass up
the best there’s to see
as we go life ways
ignoring what’s free.
So many pay money
to act as they’re gold
overlooking blessings
from ages of old.
Charismatic scenes
of a timeless display
are often passed up
by greeds wanting way.
Look beyond money
and look beyond fame,
and see all the beauty
that needs to remain.
Don’t allow greediness
to become all you are.
Look for the beauty
a bright shining star.
It might be landscapes
as windows of time,
charismatic scenes
from Lord God divine.

Through our thoughts
a cloud may form
filled with problems
distraught and torn.
Scenes might become
a storm on the way
a time within time
with clouds of gray.
Lose that perception
and look for a view
one that is better
in a sky of blue.
Then use your mind
to create a smile
one that of beauty
one that of style.
Seek a time’s vision
remembered so true
a time of passion
that still lives in you.
Allow your mindset
to become a dream
a time you remember
as a clear blue stream.
Maybe of a moment
your childhood days
scented with emotion
in so many ways.
Don’t allow bitterness
to be your designs.
Look for the beauty
within clouded minds.

It’s been another week gone by as we’ve
reached the mid portion of September 🙂
The passed week has been without much
other than me getting my Shingles virus
vaccination. Judy is on the list to get it
as well, but there is a long waiting list.
Anyways, we’re still hanging in there as
we’re waiting for autumn to awaken with
its many colorful leaves. Then I’ll be
searching for the first signs of winter
and the first snowflakes to fall from the
sky. My daughter Jamye is trying to
find a way to make it up for Christmas,
but she keeps running into problems.
I hope she is able to get her problems
resolved and make it up, but it is in
God’s hands and what ever happens
will happen. I am praying for her and
her daughter (my granddaughter Sami).
So, what else is there to tell ya? Well.
it’s been a little warm up this ways this
passed week. The highest temperature
though has been but only 80 F degrees.
Today the high is 75 F degrees but it
has already cooled a bit being now it’s
around 72 F degrees. We’re expecting
a little rain to come Tuesday evening 🙂
but we all know, that could change.
So, what else is going on here at the
Pearce’s Place? Judy borrowed her
sisters steam cleaner and is fixing to
do our bedroom, but first she has to
vacuum it. I asked her if she needed
my help and she said no, I guess I’ll
continue with the journal 🙂 Benny
and Rocky are in the bedroom with
Judy watching her vacuum. They’re
curious little boys LOL. Although
Rocky tends to stay far from the
vacuum, because the sound scares
him. Benny on the other hand will
just follow her around hahaha. The
same goes for when I am using the
snow blower, but then it’s both of
the boys. Rocky doesn’t seem to
be afraid of the snow blower a bit.
In fact they will both often get right
in my path wanting me to blow snow
on them LOL. They are characters.
There’s not much to tell you this
week. Judy and I have pretty much
just hung around the house, but
then last night (Saturday), Judy went
over to her sister’s house for craft
night. Judy made a beautiful wreath.
A Halloween wreath to be more to
the point. She said she was doing
it in purple and black and I thought
to myself, that’s going to look more
black than anything, but it actually
came out quite nice as she also added
some sparkling iridescence to it that
made the colors pop. Judy’s very
creative. I hope she does a few more
paintings soon. I love her artwork 🙂
I wish I was that creative, but all I
am is a poet, photographer and a
drummer. The only creativity in me
is found in my poetry LOL and I’m
hoping that my books begin selling
one day soon. I’ve sold a small few,
but nothing substantial. Hopefully
when I’m dead and gone, they’ll
start selling enough to provide Judy
with a little bit of an income to help
her get by. Whatever happens, it’s
in God’s hands. When we’re doing
the best we can, worrying about the
future only causes ulcers and panic.
We all have our flaws and we may
never reach the level of want that we
are striving for, but we will get what
we need if we don’t give up. Too many
give up before they’ve even begun and
that only leaves you looking back with
regret wondering why you didn’t try.
Don’t cry about the past. It changes
nothing. Look ahead of you and do
the best you can today and the future
will be as it should be. Maybe not
what you would want, but the way
it should be. God sends angels to
help us through our trials. So many
will turn them away due to their ego.
Don’t let your ego to prevent an angel
from helping you. Some angels might
be friends of yours or people that you
meet as ships sailing through. Let
God help you. Thank You God for
all of the many angels that you’ve
sent to help and guide me through
life. Now I believe it’s time for me
to start reading back through all that
I’ve written here to see if I can find
a good word or phrase that I can use
for the title for today’s brand new
poem. So it’s away I go to that little
place of my recollection that I always
like to call RECOLLECT VILLE 🙂
I believe found a decent title just a
third of the way back in my rambling
and now after checking I see that it
has not been used as of yet, so used
it shall be today :). Here goes…

Look Ahead

Don’t be always
looking back
and seeing how
you got off track.
Look ahead
and see the path
the better way,
but not too fast.
Don’t let hurry
guide you through,
for sometimes
it hides the view.
Passing scenes
of beautiful finds
might be blurry
as hurry defines.
Don’t let baggage
of yesterdays
to hold you back
in saddened grays.
Look ahead
and see what’s there
within the chances
found in a prayer.

There you go. I hope you liked the
poem. Also I hope you enjoyed my
rambling. Judy has finished with the
carpet in our bedroom at least for the
moment. She plans on us doing it a
few times being it’s never been cleaned
other than vacuumed and it’s caught
a lot of the boys growing. If ya don’t
know what I mean. I mean teaching
the boys that they are to go outside
to pee LOL. Rocky still has a little
bit of problem with it, but Benny’s
no problem. Anyways, we’re going
to do the whole house before it’s all
said and done, before we have to
return it to Judy’s twin sister Trudy 🙂
So, that’s about it, other than what
I tell you every week and that is, I
wrote some more poems and haiku 🙂
Yeppers, 10 more poems, but this
time with 1 extra which happens to
be a Christmas poem that I wrote
yesterday while Judy was gone LOL.
I also wrote 22 more haiku for all of
the haiku lovers out there. I hope
you can find 1 or 2 of either or both
that you like. Now I believe it’s time
for me to begin my search for that
hardly elusive off switch, but not
before I wish you a most wonderful
weekend or whatever’s left of it and
a blessings filled week. Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too…
Now where can that ornery off switch
be hiding this week? Well, as I look
around the room I seem to notice a
bit of movement behind our coin
wrappers box. LOL this time I see
that you were trying to be still but
ya just slipped off the other side
and were reaching for a nonexistent
handhold hehehe. Better luck next
week. Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzz.

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+1 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Rocks That Sleep

So many people
just lie around
without trying
a sight or sound.
Actions are only
as blades of grass
that tell stories
of times that pass.
So many moments
will pass us by
if we just give up
and never try.
Rocks that sleep
are winds of time
when they’re seen
within the mind.
So many display
a distant hue
just like a rock
of thereunto.
Many are rocks
of disregard
watching waiting
within their yard.
They just watch
to weather about
never seen moving
in ways or out.
So many people
worry and weep
not doing nothing
just rocks that sleep.

Wheels become as
pens to write
throughout daytime
then to night.
A simple story
that times unleash
filled with wonder
seeking peace.
A journey’s road
begins its quest
north and south
and east and west.
A scenic memoir
words begin
as time encounters
where you’ve been.
We all journey
our own little way
from time to time
and day to day.
The roads of style
display their view
a book of pages
thereunto.
One day we might
discover scenes
passing ages
rushing streams.
Some might view
their life’s abode
as that of the
journey’s road.

Beach side memories
we find in the shadows
scented of the ocean
in timeless afterglows.
I can hear the waves
that are crashing ashore
telling of a story
of a time long before.
Moments I remember
are as essence of the sun
in shadows of desire
we’re truly having fun.
Walking taking pictures
of each sight that we see
as waves come crashing
on you and on me.
Mornings encompassed
of a seasonal request
as shadows of desire
that are truly of the best.
My wife and I look out
to the waves of time
and see their abundance
of a wondrous design.
Seeming as a magical
time that comes alive
bringing forth blessings
that help us to survive.
Life is as seconds
that many might forget
losing them in waves
of a moment’s sunset.
Time is but an ocean
with heartbeats afire
filled with the memories
of shadows of desire.

That of a painting,
but in the sky
is an artful scene
of heaven’s reply.
Telling a story
from here to there
with drops of white
and a little flair.
Smudges of time
with a dab of blue,
the sky of art
is a magical view.
It displays scenes
as marvelous sights
scented with life,
the days and nights.
That of a painting
a wondrous design
painted with life
to live in our mind.
Seeming iridescent
as the sky displays
clouds of white
and some of grays.
The minutes pass
as we’re looking on
seeing the artwork
from dawn to dawn.
Scenes of emotions
will always impart
found up above
in a sky of art.

Reviewing photos
of distant sceneries
I can see autumn
in colorful leaves.
I can even smell it
with aromas so fine,
a mirage of autumn,
such a seasonal time.
With accents of life
in some magical ways,
a mirage of autumn
is a timely phase.
It comes and goes
as minutes tick on
bringing forth colors
that’ll soon be gone.
This is a moment
that many will seek
searching all around
for just but a peek.
The colorful hues
the leaves become
when changing colors
after summer’s sun.
The season awaits
the wintertime snow
and then for spring
to once again grow.
Yet now it’s possibly
a ghost of time
a mirage of autumn
for eyes to find.

Looking in the distance
you might see a view
some distant hills rolling
beneath a sky of blue.
A time you’ll remember
as the minutes tick on
as the rolling continues
of hills thereupon.
You might then envision
yourself summers days
walking in the distance
on hills that you gaze.
You might even imagine
a meadow that’s revealed
that for a brief time
was so very concealed.
Yet your imagination
may discover other things
a field full of wonder
as rivers and springs.
Scented with the dewdrops
of a morning of style,
you might imagine
what a dream can compile.
Those distant hills might
come alive as you think
as you go to the waters
to get yourself a drink.
Yet this might be a dream
or just your imagination
as distant hills of time
become your destination.

Standing and affixed
on the seaward sky
I find the sunshine
as a glimmering high.
It enlightens emotions
that live deep within
while looking seaward
watching waves begin.
The calmness of style
of a timeless scene
is a seaward gaze
and a watery dream.
My eyes stay affixed
on the bright sunlight
as waves come crashing
right there in my sight.
I can smell the ocean
as it wafts in the air
the scent of a journey
with a seascape flair.
In a seaward gaze
my mind’s hypnotized
as I stand watching
and waves are apprised.
It’s a magical moment
that came into phase
as I stood watching
my seaward gaze.

We often find
a time and place
mixed emotions
needing faith.
Thoughts may be
a cloud’s array
jumbled scenes
from day to day.
Blessings counted
can help us see
the best in life
for you and me.
God is always
there with love
pouring down from
heaven above.
Life gets better
if we let go
of all the baggage
to and fro.
Allow your life
to set things free,
things not good
for you or me.
For as we struggle
to hold on tight
to baggage of life
that is not right,
we might become
so sad and lost
within the moments
jumbled thoughts.

Now and then
our times may show
a where and when
in to and fro.
Turning churning
days desires
tracks may curve
with minutes fires.
We might find
a day or two
where tracks of life
are best to view,
but then they might
just go astray
as they curve
in every which way.
It’s then we must
discern our path
and slow it down,
not go too fast.
For tracks of life
might swing a right
and leave you there
in another sight.
For as the scenes
become your view
the tracks may curve
to enlighten you.
So when your life
is going smooth
tracks may curve to
change your groove.

Among so many
a life might portray
pinkish processions
just a little bit gray.
They might appear
as a better view
while living in pink,
but maybe as blue.
So many will hide
the way that they feel
not showing truly
what all they conceal.
Living a liars world
that’ll surely unfold
living in pink ways
when they’re so cold.
Don’t let your ego
to hide what’s true
making ones think
what isn’t so you.
Allow your pride
to release your fear
and learn to display
what may not appear.
A flower might seem
as a beautiful style
hiding the ugly
behind a little smile.
Learn to let go
of a egotistic way,
for living in pink
might end up so gray.

With summer’s heat
and autumn’s drive
the scent of Christmas
comes alive.
It starts as an echo
that I endear
songs about Christmas
of year after year.
Remembering scenes
as snow of white
those Christmas days
such a wonderful sight.
Songs on the radio
playing Jingle Bells
and Silent Night
with a story to tell.
It’s the sweetest sound
for hearts to find
on a troubled day
to ease the mind.
Christmas gives hope
for a peaceful life
found in a snowflake
with lesser of strife.
So when I envision
that season of hope
my mind takes a trip
on a Christmas slope.
Summer might be
of the seasonal phase,
but joy’s still found
in Christmas days.